Wild Berry Meadow I feel pretty, oh so pretty

@West

The courtesan continues his search for flowers to rid himself of the scent of mud and murk, of meat and blood. Such a stench would be normal to other wolves, but for someone such as him? That was unacceptable. He needed to smell sweet and clean, of gentleness and poise, rather than the grime of the earth. But, truly, why should he? He had no clients here, no madame to work for. So, should he primp and clean himself?

Malcanthet stopped in the field, thinking for a moment. It felt strange to be a freelancer now. He had to please himself (that was even stranger to think) for once. After a moment of staring at the flowers below, wondering if it was even worth it to prime himself, he simply shrugged, rolling his lithe body through the herbs, drawing their fresh scents into his fur.