Cordelia
Except she isn't a simple beast. If she were his plan might work. Still, it doesn't stop that surge of fear and adrenaline, lashing out along the bond unbidden towards him, unaware of that there might be a need to dampen her emotions. The cat creeps forward and Cordelia doesn't waste another second. She bolts, kicking up snow behind her, muscles bunching and cording as she presses hard.
She's never truly been chased like this. Not in this form. There were times that predators caught her scent when she used it to lure them close enough for a kill, but each of those times she was in her human form with weapons at her disposal. Not now. Not this time.
She's never truly been chased like this. Not in this form. There were times that predators caught her scent when she used it to lure them close enough for a kill, but each of those times she was in her human form with weapons at her disposal. Not now. Not this time.
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
Catching my death
