Cordelia
He stops moving, his own voice filtering into her mind, Predator. Smells like wet wood and blood. She murmurs in return, slinking through the brush until she's suddenly beside him, mimicking his position. Her nose twitches, trying to catch the sent once more, hoping there might be something else that peeks through. No, not a landshark. It would have come up beneath us already. She knew from all the information that the Monster Hunter guild has collected on those particular beasts.
I could try to come up on it from the water... Cordelia suggests, unsure of why he might want to investigate the beast, but not interested in stopping him from doing so if he was inclined. Her primary concern was making sure he didn't get eaten in the process.
I could try to come up on it from the water... Cordelia suggests, unsure of why he might want to investigate the beast, but not interested in stopping him from doing so if he was inclined. Her primary concern was making sure he didn't get eaten in the process.
I don't want to waste away
I want to live another day
I want to live another day
