[se] tough enough to weather

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

It was not very often that Mittens got away from Lena, but when it did, mischief, melee, and some manner of nefarious dwellings had been arranged.

So today, amidst the warm air clashing with the thundering nature overhead, the Caretaker found her companion wildly content and amused, a kite string in its mouth, tethered and tied to an image depicting a youthful and cartoonish looking wyrm. “Honestly,” she uttered on a low whisper, following after the beast in a slow walk, as if she weren’t chasing the little cretin. “Did you steal that from a child?”

Mittens only answered with a raucous war cry, turned itself upside down, and continued parading along in levitating form, just out of reach.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm