the wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
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Date: 06 August

Setting: The far Northwestern borders, somewhere not far from Hallow's Rest.

Time: Early afternoon

Character Form: Optime
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Word Count → 321 :: Clover is back to pick up some of her things from the mansion. Really, anyone is welcome! Smile

She felt a supreme sense of shame upon finding her way back to the skull piked borders, even though the Lykoi child had known she had made the right decision to move on from the Inferni coyotes. Though it had been her home for quite some time and Clover had lived relatively peacefully amongst those with blood ties to her, the clan had not truthfully felt like home to the girl. Salsola, with its broodingly handsome Thistle King, had become this place for her; if not permanently, at least temporarily.

Daisy had been dismissed to roam the neutral area of the bay just north of Inferni’s expanded border, offering a small whinny of protest as Clover headed towards Inferni. Clover, however, lingered along the scent marked barrier and silently weighed her options. She was no longer a member of the clan, but she hardly thought they would turn her away. Still, she had come back merely for some of her possessions, and dreaded the thought that one of her siblings might happen to come across her here. If she called out for permission to enter, she was almost sure one of them would come. But if not, then Clover would merely have to wait until a scout or someone else happened across her waiting there. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what to do.

After some time of idle thought, Clover finally realized she could not wait around much longer. She wanted to be home in Salsola before dark, and the ride would take several hours to complete. Inhaling the last few breaths of the joint held between her fingers, Clover called to anyone nearby to alert them of her presence there. She simply asked if she may permitted to enter, and waited to see who might respond to her, flicking the smoldering end of her favorite rolled herb into the dirt before extinguishing it with a light tap of one padded foot.


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