Carbine padded through the territory once again, set on exploring parts she had yet to see. She padded through the shallower section of the river, taking a moment to dry off and fix her fur before she left. She had little to fear from her own territory and stuck to paths that were well-traveled by the Alteron members. She held her head high as she walked through the kingdom, being the daughter of the Chariot gave her a bit of an ego. She would be the first out of siblings to make it this far and she wanted to make a good impression. The silver scion was already growing into a lovely specimen.

      The forest-eyed daughter was ever so polite when she made her way through the hollow. She had learned much from her "teachers" and knew not to make enemies if she could avoid it. But being nice to others would get her something in return; a shred of loyalty was better than nothing. But nothing was very interesting in the hollow so the Progeny continued onwards.

      The tri-colored female saw something red that caught her interest and she headed in that direction. She found a garden of roses and other assorted plants. The scents were pleasing to her and she admired the beautiful scenery. She had spent much of her time in the dense forests and the garden held more beauty than she had ever seen in one place.

      The monochrome maiden's gaze was pulled back to the roses. Such beauty with thorns that would draw blood from anyone unwise enough to try to pull the flower away. How fitting for many aspects of Alteron, including Carbine herself. She learned to keep herself guarded and never let anyone close to her again. She learned that if she wanted to never feel weak again, she too should grow thorns.

      Such a beauty but wise enough to grow thorns to keep others away.