[se] afraid of nothing

Cordelia

It was perhaps needed. This temporary reprieve from all the planning and scheming that took up so much of their time these days. Before this Cordelia had considered herself relatively carefree. Unconcerned with more than her survival and providing for her family. It was something she was still concerned with, but her family looked a bit different now in the form of Noah and Deimos. Temporary as it may be. She still was required to pull her weight around camp, to train and get stronger, and to provide sustenance for her compatriots. All while plotting for what was to come.

This though? This moment of unhinged freedom that came in he form of hooves beating against snow, kicking up powder as she ran beside him, his amusement filtering to her along their bond was needed too. He didn't take it easy on her. No. Deimos was a fiend. He pushed and pushed and pushed. Bounding and leaping over snowbanks, daring her to do the same, baiting her into competing.

The Attuned does just that. She ran harder and faster, drawing in frigid breaths, forcing her legs to stretch further. Cordelia cleared the same snowbank with ease, timing her jump just right as to not lose her stride, edging ahead of him again. This time she dipped her head, playfully bobbing it towards him as if to set him off track with her antlers.

Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my death