cooking up a dream

The more they traveled on, the more Mordecai felt himself still picking up on the tension between them. A tension that hadn't been present for quite a while now. Long before either of them really graced the higher ranks, if anything. While it remained an ever-nagging sensation at the back of his mind, he kept himself focused on the targets that started to crop up through the foliage ahead of them. More elk, this time more brazen than the hunt that they had partook in weeks ago. It was almost insulting to see them crossing about their grounds like they had no cares in the world. Maybe it was a testament to how thin their ranks had become that none of them had raised the call for a hunt or harassed them to stay better within the Spine's confines.

Cara's voice brought him from the void of silence that had sunken between them, and Mordecai looked to her corner-side glance. “They don't seem as smart as the other herds I've seen,” he murmured in her direction, letting his gaze go back to the elk intently. “The last herd we went after stayed just outside of the Spine. If they're not stupid, then they must think we've drawn our borders back to let them pass safely.” Of course maybe they just felt they could mosey on through without any trouble from the pack of wolves nearby. Too bad they missed the memo of what season it was.

“What's the plan?” She had the lead here, and he had no desire to wrench it away.