Mordecai was not the topic in question and if she could help it wouldn't be. She had no reason to discuss such matters with anyone other that Mordacai-- and her so loyal companion Kaname. Aside from them, (or just Kaname really) all other wolves were set out in a different circle.
She might've been trying to swoon her with her words before -- and it had worked. But no matter how many times she bowed down to her and kissed her feet, she would not get Cara to spill the beans. Information was something she was exceptionally greedy with -- even more than her own food.
"Oh Sitri" she barked, her femenine features twisting into a light smile, "He was there before us all; Mordecai, me, everyone really" she barked thoughtfully, out of all the wolves that had filled the ranks of Silvertip, Sitri was the most antique one that remained presently with them. All the others had sadly died, vanished or turned against them.
"He doesn't talk much, but he does a lot of thinking. He's one of the good guys" she added finally, rememberig his undivided devotion to Jinx, and his gentleness. He had been also the one that had killed the stupid bitch that had taken over so rashly, so that certainly gave him a lot of points.