Wapun Meadow consonants

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The wolf, being a well wolf, could not see orange. But that didn't take away from her enjoyment of the little creature flitting around her. She thought it's burnt yellow hues, white spots and dark stripes rather beautiful in their own way, even if she could never see her in her full splendor. 

A song that she had never heard before, a lovely, wispy tune that cemented the grin upon her maw. She closed her eyes as to better focus on the butterfly's singing, lifting one large black paw into the air so that the bug might too rest if she wished. She didn't understand what the words meant (What was a train anyway?) but it didn't take away from her enjoyment. 

Wonderful, Grackle hummed, Thank you, butterfly. Do you have anything else? She opened one big marble like eye to peer at the monarch.