Can't stop and smell the roses!

Having left the castle grounds earlier that morning, Clove was making her way toward the land bridge that connected the two continents, wanting to explore the seaside for treasures. Her raven was flying in the heavens above her, keeping an eye out for danger which made Clove feel safe, even in solitude. She could always send it back for help if something happened.

Walking along the shore, Clove welcomes the symphony of the oceanside- the crashing waves of the beach, the salty sea-breeze that ruffled her fur. It was a soothing backdrop, and one she greatly enjoyed. But it was quickly shattered by the sound of footfall pounding against the sand. A large silhouette was barreling toward her, coming from Boreas- and in front of it, was a deer frantically running for its life. A hunt no doubt. Clove suddenly becomes indecisive- does she assist the stranger, or get out of their way?

She doesn’t have much time to think. Suddenly, the frantic deer is barreling toward her, and Clove acts on instinct. Leaping forward, she barks and snaps her jaws, frightening deer, forcing it to pivot and turn away from her. Its footing falters in the sand, and it trips several steps, slowing down enough for the other wolf to close in.

"Clove Carpathius"