[PQ] [se] fire of the frost

Their journey to find Deimos was a quiet one. Noah not seeming to be up for much talking after meeting with the queen of Torchline. Not that Cordelia blamed him given the circumstances. The Attuned didn't feel him pain. Not when he kept it so tightly closed off from her the times they travelled in their shifts, but she knew it was there. She hoped that the work would be a good distraction. That's what she was hoping for herself. The smell of crisp fallen snow and sleepy earth made its way into her lungs, soothing her in a way that little else could and she sighed a breath of relief. "I can shift if we want to use the sled to haul more." Cordelia offered, adjusting her grip on the axe as she braced it against her shoulder, following both of them towards the tree line. "We also might want a smoke house. Something small for storing meat and fish." She suggested, umber eyes flicking between the two, gauging if they thought that a good idea before she focused on cutting through the first tree she got to. Cordelia offers to shift into a Luxere so they can haul more wood and starts chopping down a tree with her axe. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run