Great Bear Wilderness I can feel your butterflies

As she wandered, she breathed in the heady aroma of summer grasses and wildflowers. She couldn't name any of them, and scarcely understood the art of healing wounds and disease with them. When offered plants, she often refused unless for some reason she needed a good puke.

Still, she appreciated them as a piece of nature nonetheless, and so she was wrapped up in her enjoyment of them when the silvery youth appeared. He chuffed instantly to get her attention, but already her eyes were fixed critically on him. She took a few steps forward, tentative as always that he would summon his pack for back up, but something about his wide blue eyes was so disarming that in short order she was standing right in front of him.

Before introducing herself, Ptarmigan sought to establish understanding of their respective reputations by shifting her ears forward and rigidly waving her tail through the air.