The Sunspire if you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'

The chuff seemed to confirm her theory or at least gave her enough invitation to draw closer, where she could make out that it was Jace, and went about closing the distance between them. Kipling echoed the greeting with the own wag of her tail, flagging it low, though that didn’t keep it from exhibiting her genuine enthusiasm. She was silent though, her mouth preoccupied with the gift she'd gathered. Until the she-wolf drew near enough to toss the bundle of flowers forward, with enough force she attempted to sprinkle him in a slight shower of petals. “I thought I’d bring some beauty into your life.” Her tone light and humorous.