Catrin was on a mission, her steps quick and purposeful. She had many questions that she was going to get her answers. Kaalim, no longer Chieftain and replaced by Rian? There had been no indication, no preparation. They had simply disappeared for some meeting and then returned with the news of the change. Something had happened, she was sure of it.

She spotted Kaalim immediately, after all, he was rather hard to miss. He was doing something in a clay pot, smoking a pipe, none the wiser of the incoming whirlwind. Catrin marched right up to him, fixing her angry gaze on him and placing her hands on her hips. "What the hell are you doing?"

Catrin blinked a few times at Kaalim, caught off guard by his nonchalance response to her question. "You're building a... greenhouse? Do I want to help? Kaalim." Her tone was angry and confused, her words halting as she tried to focus back on the original reason she was here.

"Kaalim," she repeated his name again, "What is going on? Why do we have a new Chieftain, and why was no one informed of this? You do not seem sick or injured, and clearly you are not dead. So what could possibly have happened to make you abandon your position?" Her tone changed from confusion to outright anger, her gaze cutting into him even if he would not look at her in turn.

Catrin had to work to keep herself from cringing away from Kaalim when he stood to his full height and he raised his voice. Old habits truly died hard, but she was the leader of the Parabolti and she was tired of bowing her head to the men. So she clenched her jaw, her anger crackling in her eyes as she met Kaalim's gaze.

"Who cares what any of those kingdoms think? You were the Chieftain of Coheed. Not of Cambria or of Nevermere. Of Coheed. Look at all the good you have done for our kingdom. To hell with all the others." Catrin had never been one to be an angry or frustrated crier, but she felt the burn of them in the back of her throat. Kaalim had given her and the other women a purpose, and now he had simply abandoned them to another. She was too stubborn to admit she was more hurt than anything.

She stared at him in silence for a stretch of time, blinking at him while trying to bring herself back under control. What had she truly expected by coming here? That Kaalim would admit his mistake and simply take back control from Rian? No, that was absurd. What was done was done, and she would simply have to deal with it; as she had done everything else in her life.

Pulling herself up to her full height, she crossed her arms across her chest. "Willa Wren is only one person, and will not help the issue of the women not fearing the men. Will Rian help us with that?" That was perhaps what gnawed at her the most about this. She didn't know Rian and could not predict how he would or would not support the Parabolti.