Wapun Meadow Can't wait for quittin' time, comin' around

The longer Ceraphina observed, the weirder things got -- to the point of just, well, flat out awkwardness. The woman was talking to some flowers...

Cera was an appreciative girl of the earth herself. Raised by the pack's herbalist and taught the laws of nature and medicine under mother's guidance, it was not hard to become awe struck the many gifts earth had left behind for wolvenkind to lavish in. Yet the last time Cera checked....flowers couldn't talk. Perhaps the lady in particular grew drunken on some unknown substance she couldn't smell from here -- mother had told the young sprite of fruit and herbs of that nature. 

She'd also taught Cera to stray far from wolves like that, which is what the young woman fully intended to do.

Growing nervous by the blonde dame's increased movement, it might not have been too long before Cera was eventually spotted. It was time for the youth to slip away instead of sticking around, as any wolf under the influence could prove a danger to her. Yet as the lithe woman began to back away towards where the trees hopefully were, she heard a sound that made her heart skip a beat.

-snap!-

Cera had stepped on a twig. Of course she'd step on a twig while trying to sneak away.

"Shit!" the sprite hissed to herself...