Honeyed Pasture Coming Home

Cathenna almost lost it when the woman asked what she needed, thank the sea, she thought silently. Again a shake shook her form, the icy snow melting beneath her cooling paws. "I'm afraid I'm new to this weather." She confessed with a small smirk, she was normally a strong one. Atleast Cathenna thought she was, but something so small as the weather had turned her on her head. "My paws a freezing." To emphasis her point she lifted her paw, showing the bright red seeping from her cracked, chapped, sand filled pads adorning her paws. "Βλαστός!" The curse slip roughly from her snout, the sudden stinging needles in her paw as she returned it to the ground was a surprise. Cathenna was of a mind that winter, well winter sucked! "Do you know of a place where I could get out of the cold?" She was hopeful, and it showed in her ocean blue gaze.