Whitefish River And the whole wide world is whistling

At a leisurely trot, he made his way towards the river, wanting to refresh himself after this morning's patrol. As he approached the water's edge he heard some light snapping and rustling ahead. He wasn't quite sure what it was till he came across a smaller female head down in some foliage. Along the bank of the water was a small pile of flowers yellow and orange in color with a puffed top. He made a light chuff of his voice to make his presence known then gestured to the flowers asking "Medicinal, edible or simply beautiful?"