Real or Not Real

Vine was a good little girl, maybe expected of her more strong stoic parents. She enjoyed lessons from both her mother and father and kept out of trouble. Easy to explore the lands she already knew. One day she’d be ready to make her way outside by herself, when she felt it was right.

The breeze was a little bristling today, but her coat had grown mostly accustomed to it. She’d take a break back at the den soon. But for now she hopped around in the snow drifts around the trees. She had seen one of the border patrollers not long ago not that she was worried about her safety. Just a young girl enjoying young life.

"Vine"