Sun Mote Copse pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er.

Rejection had forced Clover home. With a flawless losing streak in gaining acceptance into another pack—how rude![/mdash]there were no other options. Winter had been harsh, and Clover was tired of doing all the work. The road home had been easy to remember, and she made quick work of her journey home—stopping only to tend to her basic needs. When the Cospe was in front of her, Clover settled as close to the borders as possible. It was mid-day and the sun was falling; Clover was eager to forego the inevitable formalities in favor of a meal and a nap.

She sat, allowing a moment for her to catch her breath before making her presence known. "HEY MA, PAH!" Clover called, "COME'RE, YOUR FAVORITE CHILD IS HOME." Although she had matured somewhat on her own, the most charming of Clover's characteristics had prevailed.