Cordelia
Cordelia didn't have the patience for ningos. Nor did she have the patience for whatever they might bring. Ursurs or otherwise. Growling low in her throat, the Attuned quickly shifts into the form of her fox, using her quick reflexes and light feet to chase after them, jaws snapping inches away from their feathery hindquarters. Fresh meat sounded delightful. Almost nearly as delightful as snapping their little ningo necks. Clearly holding in her emotions like this wasn't going to be good in the long run, but it was better than derailing the entire project.
Chasing after the ningos, Cordelia doesn't hesitate to try and pounce on one, hoping to catch it so they at least had some meat to show for their troubles.
Cordelia shifts into her fox and tries to catch a ningo!
Chasing after the ningos, Cordelia doesn't hesitate to try and pounce on one, hoping to catch it so they at least had some meat to show for their troubles.
Cordelia shifts into her fox and tries to catch a ningo!
I don't want to waste away
I want to live another day
I want to live another day
