Wild Berry Meadow hey soul sister

Of course! the man wuffed happily, bending his head down once more and plucking additional flowers from the ground. It was a mostly quiet affair, or rather, it should have been, but Haizel was not one for silence. Until today, that was. 

He had a willing model for his visions. For his floral fur arrangements. Delicately he wove the stems of the flowers together with patient teeth. His nose nudged into Leto's fur at what must have felt like irregular intervals. White, purple, pink, yellow, some grass and a quick sprint to a nearby bush with the pretty leaves for some variety. Golden petals he found to crown her and a sprig of berry for both a snack for later and the texture.

Toula's gonna love it... he breathed when he was done. It was simple, and if he were back home, he'd have access to the finest of materials for her majesty. But it was pretty for being entirely made up on the spot. 

His tail wagged. 

What'cha think? and a little head tilt. Excitement shone in his eyes.