Wapun Meadow iii. [m] sunglow and wildflower petals

Fallen's nose was sharper than usual, and soon Wind Flower's scent came drifting to him. It smelled honeyed, as if she'd rolled in something sweet, and it made his heart burn for her company in ways he never quite thought it would. 

Did her scent always smell that pretty?

His paws drifted on clouds to the direction of her scent. Oh! Maybe he could show her the noises he'd learned, even if he had no idea what they meant. 

The golden man's tail wagged as he whined. 

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