Wild Berry Meadow hey soul sister

It's a bit better in the winter, the stranger bent his fluffy head to look around, long snoot delicately pushing dainty flower stems out of the way. His father was a northern warlord, and the thick fur coat was not lost on his youngest. The gentle giant, having found a foothold in the heat of a desert, had yet to properly shed his northern pelt for the smooth variety his friends bore.
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Which didn't necessarily go hand in hand with his line of work. But whatever, dirt was cool and it helped with the heat.
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A tiny, miniscule snap as a flower of purple petal-age was plucked from its place in the ground and delicately tangled behind Leto's fluffy ears. He stepped back a moment. 
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Oh, she'd look pretty with all the colors of the rainbow, wouldn't she? Yes she would, he decided. 
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There's a pond over there, if you'd like to check it out for yourself! the giant hopped up, careful as can be to not step on any more flowers than strictly necessary, and started off so she could admire his work.