It pleased him to know that he wouldn't be hunting alone. Even in light of the strange behavior he found the other male possessing. It didn't mean that Mordecai was just going to turn his back so readily either, as a certain kind of leeriness lingered in his thoughts. Still, he waited for Kaname to join him before he started off again and led them across the verdant plain. They were barely in a few steps before Mordecai had drawn his muzzle downward to pick finely over the scents that crisscrossed in their steps; the only time he rose it was to answer the introduction that followed at his heels.

“I'm Mordecai,” he told him with a glance back. “I'm glad you were willing to join me. I'm pretty sure I spotted some prey bedded down through here a few days ago. Maybe it's still around.” At least he certainly hoped it was still around. There was no telling if the arguing that had came from Kaname had scared them off, but he figured once they were out far enough, something would crop up. A quail, a flighty weasel, it didn't matter. Food was simply food. “We should spread out a little bit and cover more ground. If you scare up something, try and send it my way and maybe we can get a hold of it.”

With a nod to Kaname's words as he split and disappeared into the brush, Mordecai focused on the task at hand. There were plenty of scents to be found lingering, the matter was just separating them from each other. He zigged and then zagged a little, particularly believing he was hot on the trail of something for a moment, but it faded almost as quickly as he had picked it up. Which was disappointing, especially when it just seemed to go into thin air. But the pair of wolves weren't the only ones hunting in such a place, and he never would have imagined that what he had been following had turned into some feathery hunter's prey.

Turning back from the parted path he had come down, Mordecai ventured off once again into the depths of the grassy hunting grounds. It was down another path that he veered when something caught his eye. A bark of surprise punctuated his find as he bolted after it, not even quite realizing what he was chasing yet other than the fact that it was smaller and already running the moment he spotted it. Knowing that Kaname was somewhere behind him once again, he made every effort he could to turn it back towards the area he had last seen the dark-haired wolf go, hoping he could steer it in the right direction.

It wasn't too long before Mordecai caught a glimpse of Kaname. It lasted a second, replaced then by the flash of green terrain, and then his attention shifted entirely back to the prey at hand. He thought maybe there were some tail feathers to be had, but the damned creature had managed to stay a couple of steps ahead of the ruckus left in his wake. It sped one way and he followed, doubled back on another before bolting in another direction altogether. It would not be easily caught, which added to the irritation in the Ostrega that pursued it.

Growling bitterly as he hopped through a thick patch of too tall grass, Mordecai found that his plan of telling it where to go wasn't exactly going to plan as he had hoped. Instead it was telling them all where they could go, and probably where they could stick their hungry teeth too. But the chase was really half of the fun, and beneath his now aggravated exterior, Mordecai was loving every moment of it. His only hope now was that they could tire it, lest it got away.

At the first moment he could, Mordecai lunged for the speeding prey, that time himself figuring out what they were after. The quail, in all its glory, made much more noise when it realized just how close either wolf came to capturing it, but the sound died away just as quickly as it came. Its mind was focused on one thing, and that was getting away and surviving to see another day. Mordecai snapped after its tail feathers, not quite getting any real purchase on the prey as he barreled through the underbrush without case. He didn't fear anything unpleasant nailing him in the head, though the odds of that happening were about as likely as any.

He knew the bird would begin to tire soon.

They pursued and pursued that quail for what began to feel like an eternity. Mordecai felt himself wanting to tire out after a few minutes. Not that he wasn't cut out for chasing down something, but the bird was beginning to seem like more trouble than it was worth. He and Kaname both had snapped after it time and time again, and it evaded only by minuscule proportions.

But then the time came when the bird did in fact falter, and Mordecai threw himself at it with more gusto than he expected. Seizing the bird between his powerful jaws, he rolled across the thick grass with no grace at all, rising just as quickly back to his feet to violently shake the quail to its end. It came quick; the sound of pain and fading tension turned to silence and the bird went limp.

It was then that he found himself spying out his hunting companion through the foliage, a quick nod to show that the job was done. The wandering Ostrega was thankful for the help, and dropped the prey at his feet to nudge it towards Kaname, willing to share what there was of the meal with the strange Silvertip wolf.

Though he didn't show it, it pleased him just as well to have the quail all to himself. It had been quite some time since Mordecai had found an intact meal, and he would not squander the option of having it all for himself. Still, he wordlessly gave Kaname a look as though to suggest are you sure? When it seemed that things were in fact certain, Mordecai followed up with a wag of his tail.