Lion Head Mesa [mp] totem

Floral scent clung to the Sesh's pelt as he entered. He'd taken to making the place his own, and that meant... many, many flowers and other such things. 

His own bed was of clover carefully kept in shape and mended daily. 

My queen- he wagged his tail, the man's head brushing against desert vines he'd planted in hoped they'd happily crawl over his door. They were in bloom, as well, and one of the white blossoms rested against his head. Haizel's smile was never apart from him.

Watcha doing?