sorry for the waaaaay late post, if we need to backdate at all, just let me know! <3
The girl was growing older, already seven months old. She trotted happily over the grassy hills, some dusted with snow. Artemis was not entirely sure about the snow yet, for she found it delightful, but terribly cold. However, it gave her the perfect oppostunity to wear her scarf, and so she did. The long scarf was incredibly soft and striped, its colors a dark blue and a light blue that was the same color as her eyes. She wore it even in her four-legged form, as she did now, knotted around her neck snugly. It had been a gift from her mother and it had quickly become her most prized possession, like the little lamb Parker had.
The young Marino had begun to venture farther out of the pack lands more often as of late, and as she settled down by a small tree, Artemis sighed happily. It was exciting to be so far away from her actual home, but she liked knowing that it was would always be there for her to go to. She did not think she could ever leave Crimson Dreams permanently, and she had no intentions of doing it temporarily, either. Artemis wanted adventure, but not at the loss of everything she loved. Never at the risk of what she loved.
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