Wild Berry Meadow hey soul sister

Fantastic, he chuckled, a smile so bright it kind of looked like it hurt. I love flowers. 

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He really wanted someone to put flowers on. After all, Akashingo was made of mostly reddish wolves or those that wouldn't dare dream of sitting still and letting him mess with their fur. Or those that for some bizarre reason, didn't like him or flowers.

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Weird, right? Most people didn't mind him at all. As far as he could remember, which albeit wasn't a whole long time back. His memory was as bad as his nose. But when it came to flowers... that was a different thing. 

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They'd look really good in your fur - I - I mean- your fur's really pale and it's easier to match flowers to a pale pelt than it is most of those I work with. So... there's that. Um... where are you from? I've never seen you around. 

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And he was usually very good at recognizing those that, according to him, were friends.