Little Goat Mountain just reach out and pet it

he made his way home. he made a garden and made more friends. she nodded politely, in a sort of that’s nice dear sort of acknowledgement. haizel asked if mira liked flowers, and she blinked. 

um. i’m indifferent to them, i guess, she answered honestly. she never really considered them to be something someone could be interested in until she met wolves like this. to her, it was like being interested in grass. but flowers were tangled into his fur; it was clear he liked them. so she cleared her throat awkwardly, uh, what’s the appeal for you if you don’t eat them? she didn’t quite get it.