Go where the stolen roses grow -Any

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Corva

Corva is always exploring, poking around, darting this way and that. She chases foxes, butterflies and rabbits – she makes friends with the creatures for she has no one else to talk to but her mother and grandfather. They surely get boring after the first few months of knowing them… Ugh.

Just then, as she is sniffing at a fox’s den, trying to coax them out to play, she hears something in the distance. Falling pebbles and crunching leaves means someone, something, is coming. Usually in these hooded forests it is a stag or occasionally a wandering wolf that has no taste for horse-flesh.. Corva’s teal ears prick and she sniffs curiously at the wind, unable to decipher what she’s smelling (she lacks the experience to realize she smells another horse).

The sound of voices pulls her head first through the brambles and grabby shrubs, her pink nose the first thing to round the bend in the path. There a pair of girls, older than her (women?), stand together. Corva smiles nervously and steps into the light, “Hello.” 
 

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hope it's okay if she pops in <3