[PQ] [se] fire of the frost

While others might of had to worry about predators, Cordelia knew it wasn't exactly a threat for them. Not when all three were experienced hunters and two of them had predator shifts of their own to utilize. It was a thought for another time. Right now there were trees to cut down and shelters to build. She chops away at her tree, waiting to hear that familiar splintering and cracking that comes right before it falls, grinning as the sound fills the air before it lands upon the snowy ground with a thud. She knows that she likely can't lift the felled tree on her own, but it doesn't stop her from attempting it anyway. Setting her axe down, Cordelia moves to lift the tree, getting it up onto her shoulder and hopefully onto the sleigh. Delia attempts to lift her tree and put it into the back of the sleigh. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run