Wapun Meadow Tiny Flower Swaying in Your Palm

To the sound of a voice, the argent male turned. He hadn't heard her approaching steps, the sight of the meadow distracting him from doing so. It probably wasn't a good idea to allow himself to be distracted so easily in the still foreign land, but he couldn't help it. So when his eyes were brought to the owner of the voice, he was glad to see her posture didn't appear aggressive. Giving a nod of his head, he showed his agreement towards her words. "I've not seen it at any other time, but I am sure it is just as beautiful during the other seasons."

Alastor liked flowers and other plants, finding the brighter ones to be the most appealing. He wondered what type of flowers grew in the meadow. Whether they were tall or small, bright or dull. His nose was curious to find what fragrances they held when alive and healthy. "Have you seen this place during the warm months?" the ashen wolf questioned. "Is it a sight worth witnessing?"