[ Hunched low, ducking beneath the wind as they can, Catra's tail's whipping about behind them with a few swaying thwaps, face grit with determination. Like the whole world is trying to challenge her again and she's fighting it on principle.
The gloves are taken with a muttered thanks, though based on how her claws punch through the ends Caitlyn may not want them back after. Huddled close, She's leaning into or pulling the other woman along as they force their way through the snow.
Just a bit further!
The wind picks up the closer they get to the shelter, as if trying to prevent success. By the time the two stumble into the sheltered light it's with a toppling push that sends one or both tumbling down together, half tangled as the cold tries to chill them. ]
Haaaah. Finally-!
[ And somewhere behind the light, sits a small figure huddled up against the stone wall. ]
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The gloves are taken with a muttered thanks, though based on how her claws punch through the ends Caitlyn may not want them back after. Huddled close, She's leaning into or pulling the other woman along as they force their way through the snow.
Just a bit further!
The wind picks up the closer they get to the shelter, as if trying to prevent success. By the time the two stumble into the sheltered light it's with a toppling push that sends one or both tumbling down together, half tangled as the cold tries to chill them. ]
Haaaah. Finally-!
[ And somewhere behind the light, sits a small figure huddled up against the stone wall. ]