Lion Head Mesa itching

Flowers bloomed despite the season — Haizel would let no room be untouched by his desire to beautify the palace and the grounds it inhabited. Nor himself, a playful array of petals and leaves adorning his fur and (he hoped) his dirty hide would smell better. The giant's nose never quite worked right in terms of being a proper wolf.

His chamber itself was a beehive of activity! Finding better vessels to carry the things they produced. Fur-water made from flower petal and rainwater that trickled down from a skylight pinhole in his roof. 

Maybe someone wanted to try it? 

The deer-pelt had wrapped some in a small bundle of leaves and set about for a friend to try his creation on!