Cordelia
There isn't much going through her head as she darts away from him, tearing through the snow, unwilling to slow for even a second. The excitement that comes along the bond isn't from her. It almost makes her pause, considering what she's feeling, knowing that the beast behind her isn't just a beast. That only serves to upset her further. Did he not realize? Did he simply not care? Cordelia thinks that if she had a predator shift on her own she'd fight him head on, but she simply runs for now.
If he gets too close perhaps she'll break his jaw with a kick to the head or maybe impale him with her antlers. Hopefully it won't come to that. How unfortunate it would be.
If he gets too close perhaps she'll break his jaw with a kick to the head or maybe impale him with her antlers. Hopefully it won't come to that. How unfortunate it would be.
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
Catching my death
