Big Salmon Lake roses

Althaia brightened considerably. "Do you think, Sir? That would be great! I miss the summer, and the spring." She hoped that the blooms would return quickly- then, hopefully, the prey would return too. That would be spectacular, though she wished the prey would hurry up. It simply wasn't right when the predators had no prey, and the prey no predators. She imagined, for a moment, a world where wolves simply did not exist. The rabbits and other stupid creatures would quickly eat everything, then all starve and die. No, one needed another, and the prey had to return so that the wolves may survive.