The pale yearling limited herself to nod in approval as the gentle giant, Sitri, chimed in with a suggestion that in Cara's ears, sounded promising. She had hunted with Mordecai before, before Ouroboros and before everything. When they were just subordinates under the Snow Queen's royal feet.
Life would be much easier it if still were that way. Power had lifted her ego and made her feel invincible but at the same time it had left a bitter taste in her mouth, especially because she no longer had it in her grasp. She casted a quick glance at Mordecai, her eyes trailing the bridge of his nose before settling into his own eyes. The instant their eyes met couldn't have lasted more than a second,the message was clear.
Crown or no crown, Cara would remain in the Spine.
Cara flashed past Mordecai as soon as he turned tail, she was determined to get her teeth around some flesh - regarless of whose