Cordelia
Cordelia expected that he might like it, but the absolute satisfaction that runs along the bond to her is something else entirely. She can't help preening a bit at the silent praise, not thinking much of the fact that her first and only shift was that of a prey animal because it had simply felt right. Her father taught her to move through their snowy landscape as if she was a part of it. To not only be a huntress capable of filling the bellies of their people and their families, but to truly understand the balance of their world. What it meant to be both. Never take more than you need, give back what you didn't have use for, never letting things go to waist. This was ingrained in her more than anything else. To know that Noah shared this same point of view endeared him to her more than she even realized herself. They were the same.
Together, with teeth and claws and antlers and hooves, they took out gourd after gourd. Each one as satisfying as the last. Neither of them would be able to stay like this for long, both of them better suited for the snowy landscape they called home, but she would push through until he could no longer bear it himself. Only then would she shift back.
Together, with teeth and claws and antlers and hooves, they took out gourd after gourd. Each one as satisfying as the last. Neither of them would be able to stay like this for long, both of them better suited for the snowy landscape they called home, but she would push through until he could no longer bear it himself. Only then would she shift back.
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
Catching my death
