"Out of all of the options, Cara seemed the best to Lecter. I can't speak for him." He said, understanding Ptarmigan's distaste. Not many would wish to follow a yearling, especially those who are older, like they were. While the idea was a bit far-fetched in his mind, he did understand Lecter's choice a bit. Cara was like Jinx; she had ambition, drive, ferocity. Given a few years, she could have been great. But this challenge came too early.
"While I would prefer someone older, I trust Cara." More than I trust you. He hissed internally. His eyes glared at her for a moment, noticing the accusation in her tone. Though she kept it hidden, Kaname sensed something else in her voice, but couldn't discern it. What was it, fear? Anxiety? Nervousness?
Pushing the thought aside, he changed the subject. "If you don't mind my asking, but where are those lackeys of yours?" He had seen them through the valley, but was not expecting their lack of presence near their leader. If he was this Ptarmigan, he would keep his closest followers near him at all times until he gained the trust of the pack. There were too many risks, such as himself. Ptarmigan could easily die at his paws right now.