A walk through the woods

Taking after her namesake plant, Juniper enjoyed the northern territories of Boreas the most. Yes, she may have been born in the tropics of Auster and they would forever hold a special place in her heart, but there was something about the cooler climates and rugged terrains of the north that called to her soul. Out and about, wandering and roaming as she usually did, the little nomadic wolf had meandered her way through the scattered forest of pine trees and conifers, soaking up the summer sun through her dark coat. Mint green eyes surveyed her surroundings; she took in the various trees and shrubbery, the thin grasses growing amidst rocky terrain. On the air, the scent of elk was strong; a herd of the prey animals must be nearby. This was one of the best parts of being a wanderer like her father—she could just go wherever she pleased and see the world at her own pace.

Pushing through some of the spiky needles of a small evergreen bush, Juniper soon came across another scent—the scent of a wolf she had met once before. A couple sniffs to the wind and she immediately placed the scent. The purple wolf from the island to the northeast. Excitement sparked at the prospect of running into a friend again, June picked up her pace, trotting briskly through the woods until she spied that vibrant violet form through the maze of tree trunks just ahead. "Hey hey!" she called out to the other femme as she padded up closer, all smiles and easy charm as she greeted the much taller wolf. "Avacyn, right? You're a long ways from home out here, Miss Future Alpha." Or was she just Miss Alpha now? How much time had actually passed since their last encounter?

"Juniper of the Sea"