Wapun Meadow Warmth

As it was placed upon his neck, the scent of flowers nearly bombarded him again, making his eyes squint and his nostrils flare. When she had finished fiddling with the necklace, Frederick took a step back, using a single paw to gently touch the softened teeth that hung from the hide. The pendant of petals rested easily against the base of his neck. It's perfect, Milan, He grinned, quite honoured to have something so beautiful made for him. You've done an excellent job.

Was there anything he could give her? How could you out-gift someone so thoughtful? He scanned the area for a moment, looking for something, anything, that he could adorn her pelt with. Maybe while she wasn't looking, he could pluck one of the flowers from the grasses and weave it into her pelt. Hm. He gazed at her, expression warm. Let me find something for you. maybe something blue—something that matched her eyes.