Vivid pink and floral scents overwhelmed Karabela’s senses as she wandered into the Redbud Nook. Spring was a gorgeous month to visit this area. Her paws stepped over a carpet of pink petals and the breeze this fine evening was gentle and cool. Life was blooming around her, the sounds of the insects and the birds. She could make a living here in the little nook beneath the mountain, with the wilds surrounding her. Raba sighed. There were days she’d missed the loner life but now that she was part of a pack she doubted she could ever go back to it. Pausing near a puddle left from the previous nights rain she stared at her reflection for a moment. She wished her mother could have seen her grow up.
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I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain and make myself a king