Wapun Meadow this seat's taken

@Aurëwen

A barrage of pollen rode on the wind that blew through the meadow. The colors were almost overwhelming; it seemed that each blossom had its own signature shade. Dulce watched the buds dance beneath the clouded sky, wondering what their life might be like when no one was there to see. She smiled at the thought. 

The trip from the plains to the coast had given her multiple opportunities to settle, but Dulce didn't know that she was ready. After having spent years on her own without having to worry about the discipline and rules of a pack, she was unsure of if she'd ever be ready. After meeting Lily at the sanctuary, she'd decided to head back down the mountain range toward her starting point, perhaps picking up a companion along the way.