Cordelia
Hunkering down into the brush, Cordelia's ears twitch forward at the slight disturbance ahead of them, barely more than a ripple against the shore. Nose scenting at the air again, the One Shot doesn't move an inch as his question echoed through her mind. I can. The Harpy Eagle was a newly acquired shift (so new there isn't a table for it yet) and one she was already growing rather fond of. I can scout ahead... Try to get a look at whatever it is.
She suggested, already slinking away from him to give herself space to shift into her other skin, feathers mixing with fur until they took over and two wings sprouted, spread wide in preparation for flight. With a few powerful flaps, she was in the air, gliding a good fifty feet up as she looked for any signs of the creature.
She suggested, already slinking away from him to give herself space to shift into her other skin, feathers mixing with fur until they took over and two wings sprouted, spread wide in preparation for flight. With a few powerful flaps, she was in the air, gliding a good fifty feet up as she looked for any signs of the creature.
I don't want to waste away
I want to live another day
I want to live another day
