Cordelia
The black German shepherd appeared in her line of sight and Cordelia paused, foot still raised as she watched him meander along the shoreline. The wind shifted again, carrying with it a new scent, but one she recognized as a predator all the same. It was not far off from the dog, maybe three hundred feet, if that. Perhaps closer. It was hard to tell from her current position, but the musty wet wood scent and the unmistakable tinge of copper hit her olfactory sense.
I wouldn't go any further. She calls out in warning, extending her mental voice towards the dog, unsure if it was an Attuned or not. However, she was willing to take the chance. Especially if it meant potentially saving them from whatever danger laid ahead.
I wouldn't go any further. She calls out in warning, extending her mental voice towards the dog, unsure if it was an Attuned or not. However, she was willing to take the chance. Especially if it meant potentially saving them from whatever danger laid ahead.
I don't want to waste away
I want to live another day
I want to live another day
