Blacktail Deer Plateau Be my mirror, my sword and shield

Much to her surprise, Dante's eyes quickly alighted with recognition.  She lifted her gaze to his face as he told her he might know of something and then shortly took off to search.  Harlyn sank to her haunches as he disappeared, tucking her head again between her forelegs so as to shut out whatever light she could from her tightly closed eyes.


It felt like centuries before Dante returned, though the moment she heard his pawsteps, the waiting was completely forgotten.  She whimpered softly as she opened her eyes to thin slivers, setting her gaze upon the flowers he dropped before her.  Harlyn lowered herself to sniff at them and immediately recognized the scent.  Without a word, she swept them up in her jaws and ate.  "Oh  thank you, Dante..." she murmured as she plucked a few more leaves from the stems he'd brought to her, chewed and swallowed again, a grimace spreading across her lips, "Gods, why can't all plants taste like berries or venison..." she added, licking her lips repeatedly, trying to wash the taste off of her tongue.