Honeyed Pasture Coming Home

Cathenna mindful of the scent blood can cause to other creatures of the forest, lifted her right paw as she the other woman walked a head. Limping along as fast as she could she huffed every so often. Walking along with only three usable paws was a lot of work. She was out of breath already, something she could feel in her lungs, however refrained from mentioning. There was no use if bringing up such a trivial thing, especially with and unknown woman. She had no desire to be a burden, well not more than she already was. 

"Cathenna." She said, with as much air as she could muster, leaving her lungs empty before taking another breath. She didn't expect a name in return, but she would offer her's in a form of thanks. Should the other need anything in the future, it would be easier to find with a name. This was the only gift of gratitude Cathenna could lend, her own name.