Valley of Gold Girl, you might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever

All welcome for any Medeiros wolves <3

Sunlight sparkled across the swaying golden grass, each blade glinting sharply as it fell beneath Foxglove's dancing paws. She was getting better at it, she thought. The dance to call the rains.

Yet the sky made no answer to her pleas. After a time Foxglove let the dance fade to nothingness, going still as her muzzle tilted skyward. Why won't it work? She frowned deeply.