Duskfire Glacier baby doll, you need some rock & roll

i feel she's using the flowers as a metaphor for the friends she left behind :'c

Her little round eyes blinked attentively at her father's words, he was a grown-up and the coolest man alive -- or at least in her world-- so whatever he said had to be true. She rested her eyes on his face, and pricked her ears towards him, so that no word was missed. He began by telling her that the Creek was not the same as this place.

She didn't make a sound, still holding to the idea that they were just on vacation and some day would return. A new place. She liked the sound of that though, even if she knew little of the Creek she considered it home. This new place however had its own enchantment though she was not yet able to see it --not until she wiped the idea of the Creek entirely from her mind. "Why a new place?" she blurted out, not really thinking that the 'why' was more complex than she could handle right now.

Nevermind that.
Daddy continued by stating that even if the flowers she seeked were far away, the promise of new flowers was here too. Her tail wriggled as he mentioned again the word 'new'. That word, she had decided, was one that she liked. She forgot about the flowers (along with the wolves) that were left behind, at least momentarily -- and focused her attention on finding and conquering these new and extraordinary flowers her Daddy spoke of.

"And whe' a they?" she asked with her her eyes glimmering with hope. She really wished that despite being different, these flowers would be just as beautiful and comforting as the ones at the Creek.