HUNT: You literally couldn't get out of bed

*PUTS OUT DEM EXP COOKIES*

There had been something unnerving in the air the last few days, and Mordecai had yet to dissect the reasons as to why. He had hardly had the time to do so either, between nesting of sorts in their new digs to venturing out to scope the lands around them, he had kept himself busy. Tracking the herd of elk that had been coming nearer to their broad-reaching borders had consumed much of that time as well. So when the haggard call of their esteemed leader broke the tension he had been feeling, he had passed off his unnerving feelings for the anticipation. He recognized the summon she gave and had waited for the day that she deemed it time for the hunt.

It seemed like such a perfect way to start off their lives in the Spine, though they had been settled there for a stretch already. Time escaped him, just as it did his father, and perhaps his father before him. It hadn't seemed that long, but already there was much committed to his memory that made it seem more than just an insignificant amount of time. The same went for the trek that he made, this time without caution, towards the source of the summon. A proverbial meeting ground he would hope, for the days to come when they would rally again and again.

He spied Jinx through the crisp foliage, picking once again at the balding, seemingly festering wound at her leg. It concerned him, but he thought little of it; Lecter was probably seeing after it. He gave her a gentle woof, his tail swinging in broad and steady strokes behind him as he closed in some of that distance. But his attention was divvied as well, as Mordecai thought for certain he heard the approach of others through the dense undergrowth.