Whitebark Stream lehra ke jhooma jhuka aasmaan

BWP prompt: mineral-rich water has created heavy blooms and rich green vegetation.

it had, apparently, been a remarkable spring.

after spending some self-indulgent and contemplative time in the maplewood, he finally emerged, ready to head southward.

except, he didn't. not for a while.

because whatever stream this was was a revelation, flowers bursting here and there upon its banks, an algae bloom vivid green where the current slowed. only in the pools, mind. where the stream ran, it ran clear and bright, shimmering in the sun.

aditya marveled at the sight, weak-kneed as he came to drink at the creek. he lapped, hearing bees and bugs hum near his ear. colors popped in his periphery.

he'd seen this area from a distance, but he'd never seen it quite like this.

Etienne found himself straying further and further away from Paleo. Not that he didn't like the pack lands, on the contrary he enjoyed them. But the wolf Anselm made him uncomfortable both in how he treated him and the fact that Etienne couldn't quite get past the fact that he was so pretty. And Eti was fairly certain the wolf Anselm would hate that about him.

Today he was marveling at the rich vegetation that was all around. He had never seen such plant life and it was breathtaking and he wondered how much of it he could use. He would need to remember this place to tell the wolf Mahler.

He smiled as he sniffed. Oblivious to the wolf nearby, frankly he was too excited. His tail moving back and forth freely.