Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

His rebuke did sting, but Odessia was willing to try once they got to the lake. She reminded herself to let him take the lead, and that was even easier when he began to head toward the lake. Her thoughts were still consumed by the one thing she truly wanted, but she tempered them, chewing on her tongue as they trotted away from the odd, waxy plants. She glanced back once, wondering what made them so strange. Realizing she had fallen a few steps behind, she hurried up for a few steps to catch up with her mate as they left the dry brush and desert flowers behind.