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The Dampwoods. Sorry for the wait! <3
Once again Clover has skirted around the borders that guarded her father’s campsite, but the young girl had yet to find someone to divulge much about her family’s whereabouts. It didn’t bother her though, and Clover was doing quite alright on her own; even if she did miss the atmosphere and people back in Juniper Peace. Though she had made contact with several people since her arrival in Nova Scotia, Clover missed the lack of company and affection normally displayed by those in Juniper Peace. But she had faith in Mother Earth, and Clover knew that if she just kept searching, she’d eventually find her sisters at the end of the fading scent trail left behind.
For now, she was on her own. It made some aspects of her life difficult, such as preparing food. Juniper Peace had worked out a wonderful sense of community and tasks that had once been split between members were now all designated to Clover. Her strange diet was difficult to maintain alone, but the girl was managing the best she could. The Dampwoods had called her attention, and Clover had made her way through looking for possible edibles she could collect for sustenance. Her frame was very thin and it was obvious the girl lacked proper nutrition, but it was the way of life amongst the hippies from home, and the young Lykoi didn’t know any better. Until proven otherwise, killing animals was not loving animals and Mother Earth would not approve of such senseless violence.
Much of her possessions had been left back in the dilapidated shack situated along drifter bay, but she had brought along her knapsack filled with jars so that she might collect some things to bring with her. At the moment, the coyote was knelt by a stand of wild blueberry bushes. One jar was settled on the ground with its metal lid unscrewed and left forgotten. Clover carefully picked at the bush, plucking away the ripened navy blue berries and placing them in the container while the juice soaked into her fingertips and stained her fur. To sustain herself, the girl had to do much gathering and it wouldn’t be of much surprise if she spent almost her entire day doing just that.
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