Dragoncrest Cliffs With no more words to fill these borders

Immediately after suggesting playing something else, Ephraim realized he didn't have any good ideas. Oh, what it must be like to be a creative soul, capable of dreaming up any game imaginable. He was too rooted in the real world to even think of something. The first thought that drifted into his head was the game of chase Tux had called "tag", and he opened his mouth to offer that suggestion, but Bat was already distracted with something else. His small teeth clacked together as he turned his head quickly to see what she was pointing at.

There, along the edge of the wall where the cave was musty and moist, was a cluster of little white growths. Ephraim let his eyes pan along the wall and realized there were many such clusters, far too many mushrooms for any one pup to examine in an hour or two. They were all the same, it seemed, and as Bat approached, the more cautious coywolf followed slowly behind. Is it a flower? she asked, and he frowned and replied, "what's a flower?"

Beaches and underground caves, it turns out, are not great places to find flowers, and he somehow had never noticed the flowers blooming while he traveled across the mainland with his family prior to the storm. He didn't know what they were, but Bat was probably right: this bulbous white thing on the end of a stringy stalk was a flower. He liked it, and leaned forward to sniff at its earthy cap, then sneezed, causing the cluster to bob in place.