Fostering Wanderlust

With each day that passed, Clove and her siblings were becoming more aware of the world around them. And, so far just how big that world was, greatly interested the young girl. Hearing her mother talk about other continents that held packs and even family members on them was very intriguing. So much that Clove had expressed to her mother and father that she wanted to explore the neighboring territories once they felt she was ready. She wasn’t sure when that day would come, but she trusted her parent’s judgment, and stayed patient. The best she could anyway. Though she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to drop hints here and there.

What she hadn’t expected, was that today would finally be the day she got to explore the world outside of the castle gardens. She had just finished up her breakfast and was helping put things away, when her father approached her with a soft smile and that characteristically warm gaze of his. The moment the invitation left his jaws, her lips contorted into the biggest smile she had ever worn, eyes igniting with child-like wonder at the mention of an adventure. “Yes, yes!” She squealed, her voice echoing quite loudly within the dining hall. She attempted to press her head against his leg in an affectionate manner, before excitedly spinning on her heels and towards the nearest staircase. A thought formed in her mind… If there was something cool she found on their adventure, she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to bring it back home! “I’ll bring a bag with me!" She explained as she leaped up the stairs, running to the nearest storage area that held satchels that could be used for carrying things. She figured her father wouldn’t mind, but if he did, she could do without the bag.

But if he was fine with it, she would rush back down the stairs, clutching a small bag in her jaws and promptly returning to his side. “Ready!” She said voice muffled through the leather as she placed it over her shoulder the correct way. She waited then, rather impatiently, nearly dancing on her paws before her father. She didn’t know where the berry grove was, but Daddy knew where. So she would follow him wherever he said to go.


"Clove Carpathius"