Great Bear Wilderness Violets are blue

Another AW! I'll probably only keep two going at once just so things dont get confusing.

The hike back towards the caldera was long and tiresome. Dove's mood had soured to the point of wishing ill on everything, and everyone; she stomped across the terrain with as much oomph as any true child, going out of her way to occasionally uproot the occasional flower or slide cat-like alongside a tree or two; really, she had no idea what had gotten in to her. The flowers were too pretty, or not pretty enough. She couldn't decide. And the trees, well, they attracted her only because of that damned itch which still burned beneath her skin; yet no amount of scratching or rubbing was doing the trick. She even stopped by a patch of worn dirt (perhaps it was a cache) in order to get down on her back and roll, which got her suitably dirty - still, nothing. The girl shook off the residual dust and huffed to herself, making a bee-line for the edge of the caldera lands (despite the large amount of space she still needed to cover). What was going onnnn.