cooking up a dream

Lmfao, leave it to me to break continuity. I may have called them deer in another post too, or maybe I caught that before I posted it, haha. I also had a chuckle at "walking meat slabs".

A cry of terror rose among the ungulates, and that was his cue. By the time Mordecai had taken to the floor of pursuit, the elk were beginning to scatter. As they realized he was hot at their heels, some order came of their confusion and chaos. Somewhere in the mix of earthy bodies he saw the pallor that consisted of Cara's coat. Her own desires to nip and aggressively coax the elk where to go became mirrored by Mordecai, who snapped at them from behind. Getting them moving and keeping them moving in some sort of contained group was certainly a trick, but not one that he foresaw them having an issue with. So as long as they kept up their end of the job.

He corralled the strays of the tail end of the herd thoughtlessly, fighting the urge to do more than snap after them. Getting gored or otherwise kicked by them was not appealing to the Ostrega at all, so he kept a natural boundary with them. Not enough to keep them fleeing at full blast, but one that kept them at unease with his presence. Cara had the heft of the leg work in his opinion, and he also used the time to gauge how she did with them. Slowly but surely, they had begun their work of pushing them further into the sloping terrain of the Spine.