Deepwood Weald Backbend 'til I touch my toes

There were a few things Haizel knew for certain: flowers were fascinating to the point he'd dedicated his life to learning all he could about them and their various uses and care, and he was extremely lost. All turned around; where was Akashingo and kind queen Toula? Their scents were lost to his nose, and he felt alone. 

He'd gone out to sniff for good flower-planting dirt or maybe even herbs for the garden but... his paws seemed to have wandered far from where his sleeping quarters had been. The doe-pelted male with silts for legs had not visited this area before, and he seemed to have gone farther than where he should've. Oh, she wasn't going to take that well, was she?

But then a scent came to his nose, one of a wolf! Maybe she could help him figure out which way to go to get back home?