Ouroboros Spine we've got crosses on our eyes

For however far-fetched their plan may have actually been, Mordecai met it with optimism. He knew at the very least all they could do was try; their were no guarantees that they could even nab what few deer were rushing away from them. He saw Cara rush past them with little thought on her parting look to him, and heard the rough footfalls of Sitri behind him. Harlyn, he could only presume, was bringing up the rear and sizing up her prey. He too did the same, dropping back to survey as the herd shifted and to find who he could assist promptly. In that instance, he chose to team up with Sitri, knowing he could not catch Cara readily in a moment of pursuit such as the present.

Beyond them lied a pair of does springing across the terrain, but not without difficulty. The Spine wolves had happened upon them in a moment of uneven elevation, and their knowledge and understanding of the terrain aided them. Mordecai rushed in close to them, coming up on their side to avoid the swinging retreat of their hooves. Nipping at one's flank, he could not withhold a throaty snarl as he attempted to tear at her tender flesh. The instinct to recklessly volley himself onto her was difficult to evade, but he knew it would only serve him to gain injury. The risks did not outweigh the benefits, not here.