Honeyed Pasture Primrose

It was a pretty good day by the man's count, and he was more than happy to just roll with it. Things had been pretty good lately in terms of his relations and the fact that still, he was doing well without the assistance of a pack. No one to boss him around, nothing to tether him to responsibilities, nothing could produce a cloud in his mind on such a sunny day. Simply being was enough for Marcus as he lived in the moment for once in his life. No anxiety about the future and no depression thinking of the past. 

Golden wisps of grass tickled his nose, eliciting a snort here and there, as the fire-pelted wolf fought his way through the crowd of them. They were illuminated beautfully by the sun which proudly shone from above, and he wondered if Wren would like any to decorate her den with. 

Submerging himself fully into the straw colored field, the man began to pick his bouquet for the stormy woman, the object of his affections. Roaming with defenses lowered, he would not notice the well camouflaged woman only yards away.