Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't dance

Blue watched his paws, and though she didn't quite understand it. She moved one paw the way he did, it was interesting. She knew she probably, couldn't be as graceful as him. She was just not that way, but regardless. It was a good day, and it deserved to be celebrated.

She heard him speak, and turned to gaze at the clearing. A small Oh, left her maw. She moved over to sniff at the ring of flowers, see if it was anything she could use. It was just that flowers, but they sure were pretty. Aren't they pretty, and they smell so good.