Hushed Willows You Won't Leave the Table, She Won't Leave Your Mind

Dante was okay. Good, even. He had explored the territory thoroughly, snuffled through soft, mossy grounds and tangled himself in willow branches, met another of his packmates, done some light bug-hunting. He was good. There was just- one thing. 

He had someone on his mind.

It felt stupid, really, how quickly he had found himself missing her presence. It wasn't anything too intense, not like he was- not like he was lovesick or anything, ha. He just...kinda wanted to hear @Lumiya 's  voice again. The little rushes of exhilaration he had felt talking to the wisp had been unmatched by any experience he had had in a long fucking time. It felt breezy, and sweet, and had made the young boy feel like he was finally perhaps making connections on his own terms. It didn't hurt that the world seemed to dance around the girl just a bit, making her seem like the focal point of it all. She was just...

Intruiging. 

And that was why Dante was now- after a half hour of getting his snout covered in dirt and his tongue covered with all sorts of unpleasant leaves in his search- carrying around a little bundle of plants. Fucking plants- god he was such an idiot, why would she want plants? He should've hunted or something, but he had just needed to see her as soon as possible and it felt weird searching her out empty-(pawed?). So now Dante had a sad little bouquet of willow fronds(stupid- gods there were literally willows everywhere she wouldn't want willows), wilted dandelions, and some other sad little leafy plants that he couldn't identify. The only thing he could sort of be proud of was the singular bright red, leafy flower thing he had managed to tentatively pluck and add to his little collection. 

Now, Dante was headed towards the scent trail he had picked up (easily having identified Lumiya's breezy scent through his intentional memorization of it during their last meeting), feeling increasingly stupid with each and every step he took. As the silvery boy moved forward over the ground, he suddenly felt a building heat of anxiety under his pelt, tail twitching with nervous energy. Just as he was nearing what hebelieved to be Lumiya's location, the boy stopped in his tracks, shutting his eyes and plopping to the ground in a seated position, bundle still safely in his jaws. Gods this was so idiotic, there was absolutely no way he was taking a step further until he seriously rethought his plan through. For the moment the boy remained, eyes closed carefully shut and tail thumping nervously on the ground as he sat stock-still with a pathetic bouquet in his jaws. Damned pretty wolves. Damned pretty wolves with silky voices. Damn.