[se] afraid of nothing

Cordelia

Cordelia has grown familiar with this type of teasing. The way he prodded and poked. It was simply his way. Her own amusement was a bright light along the their shared bond. The Attuned followed after him, hot on his trail as she ducked and weaved between the trees, faltering when he ducked into a path that was too small for her. She was going to barrel through it. There was no other choice if she was going to keep up with him. Cordelia surged forward, staying on his heels, using her antlers to push boughs of branches out of the way as she went.

I don't know, but lets find out. Maybe it would be a snowy clearing or something else entirely, but wherever it lead she hoped they could perhaps take a break. Maybe even stop for a snowball fight. Wouldn't that be fun?

Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my death