Blackfeather Woods In the valley of the shadows.

As the two made their way to sleep fox hollow, where Paleo once claimed as their home, they enjoyed some small talk. Etienne then replied to her previous words. Her nose wrinkled when he considered that he himself was the problem. She then unwrinkled her nose, and answered his next question. 

“Well, I like to….” Raindrop paused, she wasn’t exactly sure what she enjoyed, at least not since she became a loner. “I suppose lingering around flowers.” She told him. “Flowers are so different from each other, yet they’re all special.”