Dahozhoni Meadow Wirbelwind

Frolic squealed when Ceridwen caught up to her and began nipping at her heels. Her black tail tucked between her legs as she scrambled ahead. Their little chase carried them eastward toward what looked like a dry riverbed in the distance, though Frolic slowed and began to double back, keen to explore the meadow a bit more thoroughly before they went elsewhere.

There were quite a few varieties of plants here that looked very exotic to Frolic. She wondered if their dad knew about them. The ones that drew her attention the most were the ones that resembled pine cones. Flowers sprouted from their tips in an array of pinks, yellows and whites. Upon closer inspection, many of these Coryphantha cacti were covered in what looked like puffy white dandelions.

She sniffed closer to a particularly eye-catching whiskerbush and took a very unexpected jab to the nose. Frolic didn’t yelp, though she scurried backward and clapped a paw over her snout, eyes watering. Her opinion of this place immediately dropped a point or two.