[Training] collected scars

Cordelia watched with satisfaction as the snowball hit his shoulder, splattering across his fur and making his shiver as it found his neck. Her own laugh echoed off the walls in time with his, scooping up another snowball as she found her knees beneath her, watching him reach for another hand hold. The soldiers had all paused their own efforts in favor of watching them. Not that Cordelia paid them any mind. Now, they both knew that Deimos did more for those he cared for than anyone else. He bent over backwards to ensure they were taken care of and safe. He'd built them a home in the woods of King's End, made sure they were protected, and always had their backs. Cordelia didn't know what she would do without him. The ground rumbles beneath her and Cordelia yelps, shuffling to the side as she tried to line up a shot, throwing it towards him as she fell to the side. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run