Cordelia
Deimos didn't give them a proper count, but it didn't matter. Cordelia was ready. She shoots off like an arrow, boots scrabbling for only a second against the icy ground, a grin firmly on her face. She only completely a few full strides before she shifts into her fox form, darting more quickly along the top of the wall, paws getting better traction than her boots ever could. Cordelia is faster than him in this form and she knew it too.
Unwilling to lose the race, even though there were no real stakes if she lost, but her competitive nature doesn't let her. Instead she goes full tilt, sprinting along the top of the wall, trying her best to outpace him.
Unwilling to lose the race, even though there were no real stakes if she lost, but her competitive nature doesn't let her. Instead she goes full tilt, sprinting along the top of the wall, trying her best to outpace him.
I don't want to waste away
I want to live another day
I want to live another day
