Wapun Meadow iii. [m] sunglow and wildflower petals

Wind.

That noise sounded right, though he couldn't... say it correctly. But strangely, it didn't annoy him as much right now.

The man decided to try a different approach. His focus shifted from Wind Flower to the petaled plants around them, even if tearing his gaze away from her hurt his stomach. His muzzle returned to the ground, only for a few heartbeats, the tiniest snapping of a stem heard in the quiet.  A flower for Wind Flower, maybe that will help?

He delicately sat the pretty yellow thing on her paws, his nose grazing her fur in the process. Fallen's belly burned at the touch. Had she always done that?

At any rate, he pressed his nose to her chest for a moment in a gentle touch. you. You are Wind Flower.