Cordelia
"Their sense of smell is incredibly strong. I could lure them out with a cut. Get some blood in the water so to speak." Cordelia suggests, removing her bow from her back and checking over her quiver to ensure she had plenty of arrows. Her pack is secured on Deimos's companion to make sure her hands are free.
Glancing back at Noah, a soft smile on her lips, she bumps up against his side. "Been a while since you've come out hunting with me, dearest. About time we got back to it, no?" She teases, rising up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek, shooting Deimos a look because she knows he'll roll his eyes at the sight of it.
Cordelia brings her bow, quiver, and a pack that contains the following. A length of rope, three knives, a few empty vials, bandages, and a canteen of water.
Glancing back at Noah, a soft smile on her lips, she bumps up against his side. "Been a while since you've come out hunting with me, dearest. About time we got back to it, no?" She teases, rising up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek, shooting Deimos a look because she knows he'll roll his eyes at the sight of it.
Cordelia brings her bow, quiver, and a pack that contains the following. A length of rope, three knives, a few empty vials, bandages, and a canteen of water.
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
