Lion Head Mesa a doe's gift

He liked it! 

Haizel could hardly contain himself, vibrating with happiness. The giant's great tail was a blur as it sent a wind to the dirt of which he sat otherwise as daintily as a deer could, yellow eyes shining as if the sun that kissed Akashingo's sacred ground with the approval of the gods had caressed them. A tiny squeal as he watched Senmut's paw inspect soft petals.

No no, this was a wolf of great honor, deserving of a calmer response than the one bubbling to the surface and threatening to spill off the tongue. The man had a time and a half trying not to blurt out whatever childish rambling fought its way up his throat. I can plant more if you'd like me to.