This got a little long. :3 Yay for daddy-daughter thread!<3

It had been in the month of May that the young coyote had wandered away from the only home she knew amongst the carefree and loving arms of those of Juniper Peace. But there had been so much compelling Clover to leave and find out those things she did not know yet her mind played at. There was much confusion surrounding her father, whom had left on the same night Storm Lily was discovered dead. Razekiel had been accused of the murder by several, but Clover still wasn’t sure what she believed on that issue. She had come to accept Storm’s death quite easily, however, for Juniper Peace and their teachings about the ways of Mother Earth had prepared Clover for the simple fact that death was a part of life. Still, there wasn’t much to dispel the awful rumors of her father. Was he really capable of murdering his own child?

Her initial departure had been set around the idea of finding her siblings. China and Sage had left behind Juniper Peace and Clover had a yearning to discover what it was that her siblings were uncovering in the world. Eventually Clover had been led to Nova Scotia on her journey to find her siblings, but the faint scents she discovered in the area all turned up empty handed. It was clear that they had been here at some point, but China and Sage had obviously moved on somewhere else. Clover couldn’t track them, however, for it seemed as if their scents had just vanished. Especially now, after all this time, there was no hope for her to be reunited unless her siblings wandered back. But that was alright with the girl for now, as she had decided to take up residence not far from sunflower sunsets of drifter bay.

It had been so long now that the girl had finally decided it was time to yet again wander to Inferni’s borders. She had been there many times before, merely skirting about to get to the neutral territory near Halifax or to press the members who patrolled the borders for more information about her family. She had been told that Razekiel lived in Inferni, but she hadn’t wanted to see him just yet. So much mystery surrounded her father now, and Clover wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted to discover the truth about him. And yet, it was time. She left behind the small shack where her possessions were kept, her usual demin shorts adorning her hips, hands covered in rings and bracelets, and the usual white headwrap circling long walnut hair. She brought no other possessions with her, leaving them behind in the safety of her makeshift home, though she had tucked a joint into her headband before leaving. If all else failed, she’d have some sort of peace offering if things with her father went sour.

She knew she had arrived when the familiar piked skulls came into view – the milky gleam of bone always intriguing the girl. She’d have to wait by the borders, knowing better than to trespass into unknown territory, until Razekiel came to her. The girl let out a summoning call, though there was nothing else apparent in her message. Razekiel would have to wait until he found his daughter to know who was there, unless he still happened to remember the sound of the young coyote’s voice.