Blacktail Deer Plateau summer days

She breathed in the humid air – the heat cloaked over her like a blanket, but she was not uncomfortable. It was soothing to know that when the warmth of summer disappeared, she would have a home for the winter.. even if she wasn’t sure why there seemed to be so much tension amongst her pack mates the past few weeks.
 
The day found her plucking at a long weed, pulling it from the ground and placing it daintily between her paws. The plant was goldenrod – something found only in the later months of summer, and the she-wolf was pleased to have come across some. She was not certain if the pack maintained a medicinal den, but she did like to keep her own few herbs and plants on hand to aid whatever might occur – and this stuff was great to make a poultice for wounds, sores and headaches.
 
As she continued, a rather large bee brushed past her nose then, and going cross eyed for a moment, her jaws gently clenching another goldenrod stem, she watched the mini beast land on her nose. Dread coiled in her belly, and the she-wolf held her breath, hoping it would fly away – and not sting her in the process.