Wild Berry Meadow petals

Another howl up to the sky, a desperate call. Wind Flower. The woman's name — as much as he had developed song for — tossed into the sky. 

And then from the corner of his eye, he thought he saw her. 

He'd recognize those colors anywhere. And he let out a wuff of a Whind Flowher? 

A furious sniff. 

Whind Flowah! 

And off the happy man raced to her, tail a sunset blur.