The dilapidated shack had been transformed somewhat, the young coyote hybrid finding plenty of time to invest in fixing it up. She had been in this area for quite some time now, discovering many things about the various packs and people residing here. Her siblings had vanished it seemed, but Clover was not too discouraged. She had come to find that she liked it in this area, even if it were entirely different from Juniper Peace. Sure, she got a little lonely every once in a while, but having built up the shack like a home had made Clover feel a little better about staying here.
She had scavenged some paint in the city and hauled it all the way back here, smattering the outside of the shack with a dull shade of purple. The paint wasn’t as vibrant as it had once been, but it had done the job in the very least. Clover enjoyed that her tapestry now was reflected in the walls of her home – things felt cozier. Inside she had taken out anything she hadn’t needed, fixing the shelves that had been knocked askew over time. Now they housed the few odds and ends she carried and her possessions were laid inside to make it feel like home. There was no old mattress for her to sleep on, but this didn’t faze Clover one bit. Instead, her purple tapestry was draped over the floor in a corner, her pearly white guitar resting just off to the side. Really, she had done quite well in making it feel like home.
Outside she had begun growing her own plants, once again practicing the things she had learned in Juniper Peace. Amongst a few vegetables grew marijuana, all plants growing quite strongly in the little garden Clover had created. The part she enjoyed most, however, was that she was close to the bay and could hear the soft lull of the waves at night. Though Inferni was off to the east, drifter bay was relatively quiet and uninhabited. It wasn’t too often that Clover had visitors, but she enjoyed the company whenever she received it.
With the weather so nice overhead, Clover found herself outside again. Her frail frame adorned in the usual trinkets, accessories, and few articles of clothing. Her golden walnut hair had grown a bit longer since her time here, falling past her bust and reaching towards the middle of her back. Walking down towards the edge of the coastline, shears in hand, Clover intended to give herself a little haircut.
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