Silver Creek Welcome to Teekon Wilds

Got carried away hahaha I am very excited!!! <3

They have left their parents some days before, around the mark of their first birthday. Her mother had recognized the time, and had seemed to anticipate their imending departure before Dhalia or Jasper had even sought to voice their plans aloud. Mother had always had this weird sense of knowing things like that, but whenever Dhalia joked that her mother's intuition must've been some power she'd recieved when she'd been given a second shot at life, mama always just shouldered her and threw her a humored smile, with the claim that Dhalia, in too many ways, reminded her of herself, cut near perfect from the Ostrega's cloth -- and, as any good Ostrega, boasted a nature bent with wanderlust.

Jasper seemed cut enough from the Ostrega cloth himself, though he sure carried his wanderlust like a banner trailing behind him, at the speed he tore through life. Dhalia prefered a slower journey, with enough time to see the sights, take in the sights, and memorize the sights, in case she would not have the priviledge of seeing them again. Her parents had taught them both the brevity of life, and from their tales they were no stranger to how suddenly one's breath could be sustained or snuffed out entirely.

So she supposed she understood why Jasper tried to hurry them along, because who could say when a tree or a boulder might decide it is time to fall down on either one of them? But she rolled her eyes, and let a smile steal her face, something she'd inherited from her mother. She fancied she might play the part of a pestering sister, and stop to smell the flowers longer than she'd even intended, but she supposed that would only stall their progress -- and quite honestly, the excitement that mounted within Jasper mounted within Dhalia as well, and making herself any slower wasn't even a feat she couldn't manage.

Instead she left her sight-seeing behind, and turned in Jasper's direction, and plunged through the trees until she saw him -- and until she carried on well past him, and into the river he waited before. He seemed hesitant to step into the water, and this only fuelled her. Air flew beneath her paws, and then water splashed against her thick winter fur, and flew up to meet the sky, as she jumped forward and sloshed ahead a few more steps, before turning to face him with a playful glance. "You're not scared of a little water, are you, rabbit?" he would get the allusion she played on him there -- their mother has often told them that little fable of the tortoise and the hare — and when the hare slept, the tortoise sprang ahead. With her words she flicked the surface of the stream with her paw, aiming her splash toward her brother.