pretty little bird

Clementine had spent a lot of time to herself for the last few months. Hunting, foraging, and exploring. She hadn't socialized as much as usual. Perhaps she was in a funk? The babe wasn't feeling herself quite as much. Seeing others excelling in their professions or finding love. It was as if the spring had brought forth some ill feelings. But, the Wreckage was ready to put some pep in her step! With summer in full bloom she was excited to get going and get more involved with the family as a whole. Wreckage meant everything to Clementine and she had ambitions to be a viable member of Kesali for Branch's sake.

The black and white babe moved along the plains with wide silver eyes. She took in the world with wonder and a mild grin. A partially pink nose twitched as she inhaled the supple scents of the pack lands. Lingering pack mates, small prey, and perhaps even some blooming flowers. Clementine looked down in order to spot any herbs that may stick out to her. She was familiar with some flowers but greenery was slightly harder. Memorizing leaves was much more difficult then colors of flower petals.

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