Swiftcurrent Creek Winter is a cruel creature

Though she felt helpless, Kieran encouraged her to continue. It would take time to learn his language, and she was determined to know at least some of his first language. "Gh-gheimhridh." She repeated, stumbling over the word slightly. After a moment of repeating it in her head, she tried again. "Gheimhridh." Winter. It didn't sound anything like winter in their common tongue, but in Latin (hiems), she could see the relation.

"I've been okay. Worried about all this tension with Shadow's pack." Kas shook her head and thought of all the ways that brute had made her life harder here in the creek. She walked in silence for a moment, mulling over her thoughts. "I kind of hope we can move in the spring, though I know its not everybody's first choice."