Hey, hi, hello!

The stranger was talking, and Clove was watching his mouth move- and yet, she couldn’t help but glance at the wings on his back, her gaze bouncing back and forth as she tried to stay focused. There were so many questions running through her mind. Were they functional? Did they molt? Was his mom a bird, and his dad a wolf? Was his dad a bird, and his mom a wolf? So. Many. Questions. But the Captharian princess kept a neutral expression on her face, hiding her musings from the boy. Because she didn’t want him to feel awkward beneath her curious eyes.

“Oh! My Father?” She says, cyan and amber eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. She was about to ask him why he wanted an audience with Artorias, to see if she could help coordinate the meeting, if appropriate- but the boy continued, explaining the purpose of his arrival and introducing himself as Gavroche Kedieo, a wolf from Enthe. Clove was a bit naive in politics, but she knew of his pack and their status concerning The Hallows. She'd even traveled there with her Father, having met Dorian and received a tour of their territory. But that was a distant memory now.

Oh? He stayed here when he was a pup - Dusk saved him from a hawk, which wasn’t too surprising - and now he wanted to visit her. It seemed simple enough! Nodding, Clove offers him a warm, genuine smile, waving a paw to invite him into the pack lands. “I see! Well then, welcome back to The Hallows, Garvoche.” Turning, she waits for him to cross the border and walk beside her. “My name is Clove Carpathius; Dusk is my older sister!” She smiles down at him, as another thought occurs in her mind. He was actually smaller than her! What a rarity.

“I don’t think my Father will mind you visiting.” Walking deeper into the grove, a gentle breeze meets the duo, the scent of ripe berries filling the air around them. “But we should ask for permission, just in case.” She shoots him a sly, playful smile, and motions toward the silhouette in the distance. Above the canopy of trees, her family’s stone castle rose against the blue sky, growing in size with every step they took. Once they reached the castle, they could find Artorias and inform him of Garvoche's request- and until then, Clove could play tour guide! "When was the last time you visited?" She asked, genuinely curious.

"Clove Carpathius"