Redhawk Caldera bedroom calling, better pick it up

Clover was happy to be home, but not the happiest. She was somewhere right in the middle. 

After leaving the territory, she had acquired a taste for that sweet, sweet adventure—she wanted to know every single territory out there by name and landmark both. But there was something quite satisfying about returning home here. To the tiniest Blackthorn Finley produced this year, nothing could really compare to the Caldera. 

With that in mind, she rolled in the earth, reimprinting the territory with her scent. She wouldn't mind being a guardian like Towhee, but she also felt she might like to be a scout, perhaps. Maybe an ambassador of sorts. She liked other wolves (with the exception of the Blackfeather fucks), but was appropriately wary of them. Still, since Drageda's stay Clover had learned that it was possible to work with outsiders for a common cause at an early age. That was exciting to the youth. 

After rolling around for a good amount of time, Clover rose to all fours and began tracking the scent of her family. @Fiadh had seemed to pass through recently, so had @Tegan—her parents had also lurked around these parts. The scent of @Towhee, their new alpha and her big sister, was pretty prevalent here, too. It was only a matter of time before her course brought her to one of those faces, and each of them she enjoyed as much as the other.