Lion Head Mesa flower power

The doe-pelted man's tail wagged softly behind him. He got his very own place to sleep, and a meal delivered to him? Haizel didn't have to hurt anything; not a single fluffy bunny? It really was a dream come true, as if everything he'd ever wanted was appearing before his eyes. He'd never be able to thank the queen enough, but he knew where to start. He'd ensure every flower was pristine, not a single broken leaf or missing petal. Only the best for kind queen Toula. Indeed they are.

And, just as importantly, a flower for the wolf who talked of kings and gods when he got the chance, he looked like the type that would enjoy such things.