Lion Head Mesa hazelnut dreams

flowerpriest is the CUTEST title :3

On a bed of rich moss, grasses, and leaves he painstakingly collected and gathered, with down from birds and mixed in lavender, he lay. The forepaws of the giant were tucked under him and one hindleg stretching toward the edge of the bed - the other he rested on.

Another blink, a sniff; nothing but the herby, floral scent of many plants mingling. They lined his fur at times, complimenting the gardener's palette. What tan didn't look good with a little yellow?

But a presence became known to him, and his tail flopped in a wag as it slapped against his bedding. The dream's tones faded as the familiar and long-missed scent came to his nose. 

Senmut! a playful bark in recognition. I missed you! I... I actually want to... talk to you.