cooking up a dream

The plan, while it sounded simple did not seem all that simple to Mordecai. Though he wasn't unbiased towards complications, at least when it came down to the grand scheme of a hunt. He knew that they, on their own, could get the herd to turn inward towards the rest of the territory. Assuming there were a fair amount lingering in their territory, he suspected it wouldn't take much to rally the Ouroboros wolves together. The cogs were set to turning when Cara's demeanor changed, and when she turned to face him he saw the venom very clearly in her eyes. The very venom that had come leaking out in hissed tones merely seconds before.

Mordecai tensed, instantly losing interest in the plan ahead for favor of responding to her comments. The easygoing feelings he carried up to that point withered away and their decay brought forth a resurgence of turmoil he had been trying to bury. “I don't have a plan,” he growled, meeting her gaze firmly. “And I suggest we focus on the task ahead.” She may have been his superior now, but he wasn't about to let her lord over him. He wasn't, if he could, going let the priorities of everything else be lain to waste. Not right now.