Blacktail Deer Plateau Warm winds of summer's wreckage

I've never personally done mushrooms, but a friend told me they make everything more vibrant and interesting. :)

Tytonidae listened to her father as he spoke of his duty as a gamekeeper. The young Redleaf had never given much thought as to what her place would be in the plateau. She was not sure how somebody like herself could help contribute to the pack, even if she did think that she would be able to. Perhaps she would follow in Perry's footsteps and take on the responsibility of feeding the pack. But when she thought of it like that, it only made the task sound far more daunting than it actually was.

“I think… I think I could do that,” she replied, blinking and giving her father a smile. If it meant spending more time with him while he showed her the ropes, that really didn't seem all that bad. And if he was there to help, it would mean that all the responsibility wouldn't be on her shoulders alone.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tytonidae spotted a rather pretty-looking leaf, and began to slowly pad toward it. It had the most intricate patterns she had ever seen. Or perhaps she had simply never noticed them before. “Dad… do you see this leaf? I mean, do you really see it?” she asked.