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Whisper Beach. Of course, Larkspur has to have the first Harlowe thread. ;D


The tawny-furred youth made his way carefully away from Phoenix Valley, keeping close to the ground and moving as quietly as he could at first. He honestly had no idea how anybody felt about him leaving the pack—not that he cared, mind you, he just didn't want to get caught. He had been spending entirely too much time around his siblings and his mother lately, and the insatiable desire to wander was blossoming in his chest. He did not want to get caught—being caught would mean returning home and being shoved back into the midst of his quarreling, loud, troublesome, bedamned siblings. Harlowe did not understand why he couldn't just strike it out on his own—he didn't need his anyone for anything. Well, maybe he needed Naniko, but that was all. Beyond his mother, he didn't need anyone.


Once he had stolen a fair bit further away than the Valley packlands, Harlowe's gait changed, and he walked more freely, drawing himself up from the ground. At six months of age, he was nowhere near done growing, but he was already quite large. Still, he had the awkwardness and gangliness of youth about him, and there was no mistaking him for an adult wolf, not yet anyway. The young man tilted his head back into the breeze, blinking his bright olive-colored eyes. He had already shifted once, but he was not yet comfortable enough with shifting and attaining his other forms yet. It was weird being an Optime, that was for sure—for now, Harlowe much preferred to be low to the ground. He felt it was much more natural in this form.


The creamy-furred male made his way along the highway, interested in following it to see where it went. He had never been here before; he had hardly ventured outside of Phoenix Valley territory before this day. Most of the time it had been with his mother and siblings—this was the first time he had been outside on his own, and it felt damn good. Independence had taken ahold of Harlowe's mind, and he was determined to grasp at it.


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