Hushed Willows nunca me acuerdo de olvidarte

It didn't take long for a charcoal femme to greet Dulce, for which she was grateful. The smell of mother's milk was again present, giving her another moment of spring euphoria. It was the best season for every reason, whether it be bounty in prey or the new generation; particularly, Dulce's favorite part was the flowers. Travel, she replied, finding that she was rarely asked to go into more detail. Is this your pack? she asked, wondering what level of submission was expected. 

It was a cool day, though warmer than it had been (which did not go unappreciated). This would be the last travel spot that Dulce hit before choosing where to settle, and she was hopeful that this would be the perfect way to end with a bang!