Redhawk Caldera do you suppose she's a wildflower?

As Elwood stepped back, Fiadh turned her little face up to look at him. Although there was obviously nothing seriously wrong, it still troubled him to see her furrowed brow and wrinkled lips. The tears in her eyes only strengthened her case. He felt bad for anyone who had the misfortune to upset his daughter; they would surely have to deal with his wrath.

Luckily, the culprit this time was only a flower whose taste had offended the pup. He was able to discern this fact from the wet, dismembered petals on the ground and Fiadh's expression of disgust. She offered an "ick" as an explanation, which Finley backed up sagely, and Elwood dropped himself onto his belly so that he could look Fiadh solemnly in the eyes.

"Ick? You don't say," he said gravely, nodding his head in understanding of her predicament.