potholing

Blue Willow was receptive, and Bazi voiced her appreciation with a high-pitched yip, tongue lolling out of her smiling mouth though she was in no need of cooling off. She spoke of flowers and herbs, sharing her knowledge freely with the Creek wolf. Plateau wolves seemed entirely likable, and sensible - Bazi agreed wholeheartedly with the stranger's assessment of the Vale situation, but there were times when a pack needed to show its strength. Fox knew that, and Bazi was starting to understand it too.

"Poppy... are those the red ones, in fields?" The youth's face was the very picture of eagerness. "I think there might be some in the meadow - it's close to here."