Sun Mote Copse Yeah, I'm a keeper

Oh, said Alyx, sucking in a big breath, Q's my scissor an' she looks like me bu' she's stinky and likes mud an' I hates mud! Mud is the grossest! By the end of her explanation, her voice grew reedy with the lack of breath remaining in her lungs. She exhaled sharply and sucked in another breath, granting Maia enough time to finish her responses.

F'owers are so preeeeelly, Alyx cooed, sweeping a quick look at their surroundings in search of some. Oooh! she exclaimed, prancing over to the nearest seeding dandelion. This ones are f'uffpuffs! she announced proudly, lifting a paw to bat at the flower. The stem bent and snapped, sending seeds scattering into the wind to a chorus of girlish giggles. I dunno Wraen, she shared, looking back over her shoulder. That was a lie, but not an intentional one, mind you. She'd met the pack's Sovereign before but she just didn't know, or else couldn't recall, her name.

Is Wraen a f'ower?