Duck Lake Through the boughs of the garden

The black furred she wolf was not expecting an answer truly. She just wanted to help however, she knew how. And she had remembered from their first meeting that he was rather despondent and not very talkative. And he didn't like decisions. So she thought albeit wrongly that perhaps if she gave him choices he could do better? Perhaps not.

She made a soft hmm in her throat. Brows furrowed as she thought of an answer for him. Probably a grassland or plain. Something flat, more flowers less colder elevations. Why?

She looked around, wondering if she could show him what she meant. There were not many flat lands directly within eye sight.