Redhawk Caldera cape of good hope

By some brilliant stroke of luck, there lay a rather large stick outside of the Blackthorn home. Clover noted it immediately upon exiting her natal den, and her eyes flashed. She full-sprinted to it, lifted her leg up, and whizzed upon it to mark it as her own before moving to the sticks center. It was far too large for her, but she wanted it—and so she bit down upon it, and began the arduous journey of dragging it very, very slowly to the dens mouth. It wasn't far away to begin with, but she wanted it extra close to mom and dad, one of which had a very close eye on her and the amusing scene. It was a heavy stick that required she use every ounce of body weight she had. Clover was small to begin with, and smaller still due to the famine and her lack of fussing over food—but she had a lot of spirit, at least.