I swear I'm not a trespasser!

How many seasons had it been since she had been to Hallowed lands? It had been right when her half-brother had gotten married, so a full year? Juniper hadn't realized how much time had flown between now and then. Living the nomadic lifestyle of her father had given the young girl a lot of life lessons, and she had become highly independent as a result, learning to live off the land and survive with nothing but nature and her own wits to keep her alive. Of course her parents kept her and her siblings cared for, so there was no real danger, just a life full of adventure and exploration. As she and her siblings became yearlings, their parents had urged them to begin exploring on their own, allowing them the freedoms to spread out and begin having their own experiences. Although June was eagerly looking forward to getting to tread her path all across Boreas and Auster, she knew the one place she wanted to start—the home of her family.

She really should have waited at the border. She really should have called for Artorias or let him know she was here to visit. But that wasn't Juniper's style. Instead, the small wolf trotted past the Hallows border and into the grassy summer plains as if she owned the place, keen mint green eyes taking in the rolling dips of hills and vast fields she recalled so well from her early childhood. The summer wasn't particularly a hot one, and the mugginess was chased off by the cool coastal breeze rolling in from the nearby western shore, ruffling her dark silver-marked fur as she walked. She didn't see anyone around, no guards patrolling the border—at least not near where she was presently—so Juniper just continued to saunter through the fields, parting the grasses with long, slender legs while she drank in her surroundings.

"Juniper of the Sea"