Cordelia
The other Attuned whispered a cursed, lips pressing into a line as she looked ahead, dark brows drawing together in thought. Deimos pressed ahead and Cordelia shifted her weight in the snow, sinking a bit deeper deeper, drawing a deep breath as if she could scent things in this form. All she's met with is the smell of snow, freezing wind, and the dampness of the trees. "Should I shift? I could try to approach." She practically whispered, careful of letting her voice carrying, eyes flicking up to Noah to judge his answer.
She had no doubt that they could track the deer, but Cordelia was hesitant to push too hard, not wanting to scare their potential meal off.
Cordelia asks if she should shift and try to scent them.
She had no doubt that they could track the deer, but Cordelia was hesitant to push too hard, not wanting to scare their potential meal off.
Cordelia asks if she should shift and try to scent them.
I've been the archer and I've been the prey
Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
