[PQ] [se] fire of the frost

Deimos gave her head a pat and whether it was obnoxious or not, she pushed her head into it, snorting softly in return. The other hunter fixed her with a look, airing a suggestion that made her pause, ears twitching as she shifted from hoof to hoof. Only when Deimos unhooked her from the harness did she shift back to her human form, slipping towards the back of the sleigh, climbing into it so she can help push logs out. "If you think it would be best for me to send it, I suppose I can. I don't know if they'll listen to me, but I can try." For her family. For Halo. For Deimos and Noah. The young Attuned planted her hands against the back of the seat, digging her heels into the end of a log before pushing it out so the other men can carry them to begin laying down the floors. Cordelia helps unload the logs from 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