Jade Fern Grove But tonight, you will play the tambourine

surya was not an uptight wolf. he had a youthful sense of pride, sure, but that pride did not exclude a roll in aromatic flowers. it did look fun, and he'd picked up more than his fair share of dirt and mud in his recent travels. he nodded, grinning. i think i will, he remarked.

without further preamble, he stepped forward and promptly flopped down into the patch, sending pollen and bits of blossoms cascading into the air. the yearling let out an explosive sneeze and then began to roll with careless abandon, stretching his spine against the earth.

ah. . .this hit the spot.

he eventually came to rest on his side, looking over (up?) at the other wolf with even more warmth than usual on his face. i'm surya, he introduced himself. he sniffed, and through the flowers came a familiar scent upon the golden yearling, though he could not place it right away. do you live here?