[PQ] Whitebrim Waystation

The relief she feels when things don't fall apart is insurmountable. The pully works and she's able to get the sod laid out onto the roof without much issue. Only a few of the pieces don't work out and while it's a bit of a setback, Cordelia doesn't mind too much. Not when it only take s a little bit of extra work to get a few more from a nearby roof. She lays them all out, making sure they're nice and secure before straightening back up, climbing down from the roof. "I'll take care of the bear." Something she felt confident that she could handle. Cordelia removes one of her knives from her belt, kneeling down beside the bear and getting to work. It's a lot of effort to get it strung up, letting the blood drain from a few well placed cuts before slicing open its belly, removing all of the entrails from inside. It falls into a still steaming pile on the snow, leaving a stain of red and she hates to waste any of it, instead whistling to Boreal to come take her fill. The rest of the work goes easily and she breaks to down until there is nothing but the pelt left, packing it all away properly in the cellar. Cordelia breaks down the bear and feeds Boreal. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run