He cast a look over his shoulder. He could still see the shadow of mountain where Courtfall lay its claim if he looked past the mist. It was foriegn to him for his heart to be so pulled in two different directions — he hadn't felt this way since he first left his mothers with Eleuthera when he was just a boy.
Was he anything more now? He couldn't place why he felt this way, he just knew it had to do with the way people spoke to him and moved around him. When he was younger they would slow down for him and make sure he understood things, but now he felt like things were expected of him that he wasn't catching onto anymore. Except here there was Ibis and Gracious, and maybe it was just in his head.
He paused next to a stream which had frozen over; swiftly, he pulled his paws to his chest like a fox and pounced on the corner of the ice. Beneath his (very significant) weight, the ice cracked, and with one more it broke beneath him so he could drink.
Cordelia had been on her own for some time now after the disbandment of Shadewood, despite this the Wilds famine had effected her little. With her only needing to provide for herself she saught after the much smaller game which she could ambush rather than large prey that needed to be taken down. It wasn't without its struggles though.
Never having had to survive on her own she was in the process of learning some very harsh lessons, currently, that snow was not a valid source of hydration over long periods of time. She would need to seek true water or risk further fatigue and dizziness before even more dire symptoms arose.
In her search, she heard cracking noises prompting her interest. As she neared the sound the figure of a large wolf came into view prompting her to duck into some nearby foliage. She relied on her pure white coat and petite size to disguise her from his gaze. Dawsons advise always lingering in her ear, "Savages resided in the Wilds".
She needed to be careful who she approached and so she lay in waiting.