Wheeling Gull Isle My name is Bilius Felcrex

Ana tilted her head at that, deep in thought for a moment. What kind of flowers did she like? Her gaze drifted down to the trampled petals beneath her paws. She touched one, then another — and another. She liked all of the flowers.

So she gathered up a few varieties of crumpled flowers and let them fall back down to the ground. She looked at Dinah to see if she understood. Then she rose to her feet, picked a direction, and unceremoniously bolted off, sure that they would find flowers somewhere! It didn't occur to her at all to wait for Dinah.