Honeyed Pasture Rain can't make flowers grow

Niita sighed, apparently her new start was a dead end after all. Devin frowned, feeling very sorry for the parents of these pups. Niita seemed to be very upset with losing them, she couldn't imagine how their parents felt. She kicked her white paws through the dirt a bit, as if to dust it. Her ivory fur was now tinged with tan, much like the beta of her pack Kja. Except his brown legs were natural fur, not dirt. I'm sorry. I can keep helping you if you want. She offered, looking around and mapping in her head where she'd already checked and where she hadn't. This pasture seemed to be an endless span of golden. Like honey almost. She'd remember the place, assuming there were likely massive herds that passed through when life was here. It might be a good future reference for hunting.