Dahozhoni Meadow Wirbelwind

Dwin had never taken any particular interest in plants (unless they were useful or edible), so up until Frolic pointed out to the curious prickly bulbs and cucumber shaped things sprouting out of the ground and being the dominant species, she had not noticed them at all. They looked very alien to, what Dwin was used to seing, kind of pine cones with needles. As she stopped to sniff one and appraise the other's shape, she idly wondered, if this place was the graveyard for all the great things the maker of the world had created and discarded as not fitting the scenery. 

"At this rate," Dwin remarked, coming closer to have a look at Frolic's nose, who seemed to be the most-suffering part of her sister's body, since she was so prone of getting tangled in her own feet and tripping over. "That nose of yours will one day tell you that he has had it with your shenanigans and will go and find a proper muzzle that treats noses better," she said. "In case that thing was poisonous, put dying a horrible and painful death off, until we return home. You will be quite heavy to drag all the way," she teased, inadvertently pressing the side of her chest against a tall prickly plant and letting out a quiet yelp, when it grazed her skin.