Whitefish River When the thunder calls for me

She found herself smiling a bit as he spoke, his eagerness to help a welcome change from the last few weeks of her life. She didn't have much energy to do much else than sit and wait for him, so she nodded and offered a small: Okay.

She watched him leave and then darted her gaze around the grasslands around her, checking for any sign that anyone had followed her. The longer she sat there alone, the more her mind convinced her that someone had definitely followed her here and would be jumping out to attack her at any second. Her heart began to race, and she jumped at a movement from the corner of her vision, closing her eyes and releasing a heavy sigh when she realized it had just been a bird flapping its way from the tall grass. 

She thought she might cry again when he finally returned. She felt safer now that he was here again; she didn't know him at all, but there was something calming and reassuring about his energy. The plants he brought were, thankfully, the correct ones; it didn't even matter if he damaged them because she was just going to chew the flowers up anyway. 

She waited for him the place his mouthful on the ground before slowly lowering her head and taking some of the golden petals into her mouth. She chewed them until their texture resembled a paste and then carefully applied them to a section of her injury. Her gaze flicked up to meet his for the barest of seconds as she moved her muzzle back towards the flowers to gather more. Thank you, this really helps, she offered right before she pulled more petals from the plants.