Wild Berry Meadow hey soul sister

In truth, he'd never been a good hunter. Unless he was hunting flowers! Chalk it up to genetics, as both of his parents and both of his brothers were as large as he was. Although, the man had been told he was rather dainty for a man of his particular lineage. 

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Which made it even easier to mimic a deer. Though, of course, he had no idea why any of this crossed his mind. Suppose it'd just been weighing on him a little bit. 

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He missed them, but he loved life in the mesa so very much. Now, he looked this new wolf over. Leto his head tilted to a degree that the sun springled gold in his eyes. Her pelt would look rather good with a sunflower, or maybe- oh, yes. She was pale and therefore a lot of flowers would look just lovely tangled in her fur! And this wasn't being a flirt, as Haizel was very oblivious to that sort of thing, but he'd put flowers in everyone's fur who let him.

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Haizel himself was normally decorated with flowers and their petals, but today, they'd fallen off before he'd gotten to the meadow. He'd have to get some more. Do you like flowers? his customary greeting.