No one deserves to be here more than me

The heady smell of the orchard trees, which were now in full bloom, was quite interesting to the young girl. It was new for her to explore the lands adjacent to The Range, but she was growing curious and far more adventurous as summer droned on. Growing increasingly bolder, Astaroth was trying hard to pull on the reigns her parents had on her- it wasn't that she wanted to defy either of her mothers, it wasn't like that at all, but she just wanted to see more and more of the world. At the pace she wanted, too.

Nosing around a few fruits that had fallen from the trees too early, Astaroth wrinkled her nose at the smell of the fruit up close. It was acidic, not at all sweet like the ones hanging from the trees. Gross. Lifting a paw to bat at one, she watched as it rolled across the ground. Another caught her attention not long after, and before long she was frolicking from one tree to the next, slapping the fruits on the ground and seeing how far she could make them go.