Hoshor Plains magenta rhododendron

Last from me.

The sprig of laurel brushed over her forehead, mimicking rain as it fell, grazing her chest. Bronte felt the skin under her fur buzz slightly, in a soft little way. It was a feeling of comfort. She did not question it, as it felt right. 

When she heard Seal's lovely voice again, she opened her eyes as prompted, feeling energized. The spirit, Pinga, was with them. Looking at Seal, she smiled as if to say, she indeed felt Pinga with her.

The little ceremony concluded, she stepped up on soft paws to place a soft nudge of thanks on her cheek. "That was beautiful. Very enlivening. Thank you, Seal. Good luck to you on your hunt!" Then, she bounded away, ready for what yet awaited her.