Serenity was welcome in the fiendish femme’s mind, her body rigid as she plant her paws into the dirt. Deep thought ensued as she sprout a little tree, body straining and nose tricking blood as the sapling rose. A harsh inhale followed, then her eyes opened to look at her work. Having expected more, she was disappointed. But, she needed to start somewhere. Inhaling again, she leaned forward, holding her paws on the tiny sapling and sprouting a little vine on it. The vine held small flowers, a welcome sight in this disgusting snowstorm.
Min hated the cold.
The way it frosted her paws, how is made her fur feel. All of it made the female’s stomach feel with the anticipation of disgust. Not to mention, how could she be in the mood to flirt when it was so drastically cold?