Dawnlark Plains daffodils

nose on her pelt had her blink, gaze sweeping towards her uncle as her tail began to wag. the thing was given a name, processed slowly but surely somewhere in the back of her mind. tail wagged a little harder when he seemed to approve, and while her paws itched to waddle toward him, instead she parted her jaws wide and attempted to shove all the pretty yellow things inside, intent on giving them a taste.