Lion Head Mesa florals for spring

she was enchanted by the flower-man! his passion was a good thing, as she saw it, and she was taken by it. their seasons were shorter than that of a wolfs own, but if nothing else this made the flowers all the more beautiful to Toula. all could take a note or two from the pretty things. they lived their lives to the fullest, regardless of their life span—revealing their true beauty to all. if that was all they had to offer, then they would! 
but she and Haizel knew it was but a part of what they had to offer. Tavina, too. scents, sometimes the power to heal… even the power to kill—Toula, made aware of this thanks to necessity. she herself had no desire to practice those arts, only learn it for the sake of awareness. 
he became distracted, and Toula stepped aside as he drew nearer, content to watch him investigate. he was so large! a beast of a wolf, really—it amused her to watch him bend low to the earth in his searching, such a strange sight for a man so tall! he requested her own nose, and Toula, always happy to put her own knowledge to the test, drifted nearer—even as a Mazoi did with her. 
the earth here did have that fertile scent and feel to it. Toula hmm’d, nodding her head. indeed, she said, having in fact seen it for herself. where shall the dirt be collected from? she asked first—did he yet know?