Chimera Fields to be hid

Kindle's expression clouded and then cleared; he hadn't realized, and evidently, he found the convention quite clever now that he had. He began looking again, nosing around in the grass until he found some small, white flowers. The scent was still ambiguous to him; he plucked one anyway.

"Me neither," he told her, scanning the field once more. "A couple. Well — a couple wolves and a dog. And my nephew is running around here, somewhere. With a girl."

He brought the flower to her and dropped it before her.

"This one?" he asked, his tail wagging.

Feel free to decide whether it's the correct plant or not.