Meadowlark Prairie Taking in The Scenery

The tiny wolf's ears shot up, and her tail--which had already been wagging--wagged harder. She lifted her dainty paw and playfully swatted at the grass in front of Beau. 

"OK!" she practically shouted, then shot to her feet, quickly spinning in a small circle. "The dandelions were over there," she said, turning to look in the direction she spoke of, "but they don't suit you." 

She had too many reasons to explain why. She would, of course, if he asked. 

"The one we're looking for is rare! And purple! It smells good, so it should be easy to find!"