Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

Trick kept his well-spoken mouth closed shut, probably a blessing for the wolves around him, but he was not at all happy with this celebration. He didn't like some may coming back with plants, for they all knew plants died when picked. He cared more about plants than this whole bunch of imbeciles, but of course he couldn't day that. He thought the plants had suffered enough already with the famine, there was no use in killing them for their own satisfaction. But he couldn't do anything but play along.

Trick rose to his feet and walked away, tail swaying from side to side, the sun lighting up his beautiful obsidian coat. It was fair to say he looked handsome as fuck today, and he felt that way too.

He was not going to hunt for them. He wanted to check if there was any Marigold he could bring back and maybe teach how useful those plants were to the rest of them. Perhaps he would even spark a new passion in the shy little girl with her blue eyes. He searched everywhere for the orange flowers he had needed so many times in his travels, and where he even treated Warbone with. He gritted his teeth. Where the hell could the copper prince be? He eventually found the bush he had used when he had treated Warbone, and carefully picked some of the flowers. He was sure not to take all, just some for the show. With the golden-like flowers in his mouth, he started pacing back to where they had all met, eventually sitting down on his place.