Hey, hi, hello!

As Clove walked beneath the canopy of vines, sunlight filtered through the towering maple trees, casting an ethereal glow on the forest floor. The air was sweet with the smell of berries and damp soil, a carpet of moss cushioning her paws, and silencing her steps. Here and there, she would stop to pluck a plump, juicy berry, savoring the sweet flavors. In the summer season, the fruits were ripe for the picking, and Clove was glad to indulge.

Having collected a satchel full of berries for later, she’s finishing a lope around the border when she’s caught off guard by a stranger’s scent. Something about it was familiar, she’d smelt wolves coming into the castle with the same smell. A friend of the Hallows, maybe? Curious, she follows the scent until she tracks the source down, the tiny figure of a wolf coming into view but… what the heck? He had wings. Clove hadn’t seen anything like that before. She couldn’t help herself, her initial reaction was to stop and drop her jaw.

She studies him from the shadows, analyzing him and trying to decipher what he is doing. He stopped, yawned, and stretched, and Clove decided to approach him. Emerging, she lets out a little woof and walks straight up to him. “Hello,” She says, slightly cocking her head to the side, curiosity dancing in her eyes. “Do you need something?” He was walking near the border, but he looked comfortable. Like he’s been here before.

"Clove Carpathius"