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Why...Oh why does it have to snow?! she thought, irritated. Catherine didn't like cold, though her fur was pretty thick enough for that kind of weather. The snow didn't reach her, but it was still irritated. The cold means that the animals were hidding from the cold, which means that she would starve for a while. She wasn't much of a hunter, and it made it even worser for her. She sighed heavily and enjoyed the view. From the high, large pinetree's branch she was sitting at, she had a good view from the tribe's fences, which marked their boarders. The good things on her Optime form is that she could climb the trees quicker than in her Lupus. She never sifted to her Secui, because she made a promise to never do so. It was on that shape that her father killed her mother. She shivered, but not from the cold. That memory still terrified her. She was waiting for Seymour to come back with some news. The peregrine falcon was used to the cold, so she didn't worry.

Laziness was taking over her, making her yawn. She was nearly sleeping when a piercing, sharp harsh demanded her attention. She opened her eye quick enough to see the bird of prey land on her belly and push her redish-brown mane. The air blowed loudly on her face and she sensed a different smell. She looked down, and saw a black spot in the white snow. The smell was of a female, and there was no distinct trace of a pack. It was a wandered, she presumed. She made a face. To greet the stranger, she would have to go down and face the snow.

She reached to another branch and made her way down. She swang from branch to branch like an acrobat. When she got close enough to the ground, she just jumped to it, the sultred puffsound of her landing in the snow would denunciate her, but she didn't care. She was behind the other female, seeing her back. Crossing her arms on her chest, she grinned.

"Hello, there." she greeted with a warm voice. "How are you? My name is Catherine." she said. She didn't thought why it was here. One more friend, she thought simply.

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