Even if Cara's light colored pelt still popped out against the autumn foliage, she still moved with such stealth that made her almost impossible to peg her down. Her olan was to sneak upon the herd, not to gain their attention or to attempt a hunt but to simply sit back and watch them. Then she would figure out the game plan.
Unfortunately, while she was planning everything on her head she forgot to check if she was alone. Mordecai's voiced reached her ears and even if at first she wanted curl her lip back at him and spit traitor! in his face, she didn't. She simply turned her face to see him, her eyes cold and indifferent. She had been hurt that he had shown sympathy towards the ursurper and her stupid minion.
After their not at all deep conversation by the lake she had expected him to side with her. Screw family ties, that's what she thought. (But that could be because all of the family she had ever cared for had already died).
The yearling had to clench her jaw to avoid her viperine tongue to lash out at him.She needed him on her side if she was to take back what was hers. "Mordecai," she barked with a flick of her tail, "If you want to help, be my guest" she barked then softnening her tone. Maybe if they spent some time together she would be able to see his true colors.
