Bearclaw Valley pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers

the sun had begun poking through the clouds once more and the steady fall of snow had come to an end.  in the deepest recesses of wapun meadow, where the snow couldn't touch and the sunlight fell, wildflowers had begun to bloom in a swath of pastels.

she collected them, pulling them gently from the ground and carrying them delicately between her jaws.  she had seen the gesture a precious few times and she wanted to get it right.

she swept back through the meadow, her strides long and sweeping and her gaze cautious; she did not wish to be this far from the protection of the valley but she felt it necessary to make it up to her protector somehow.  

she returned to the mouth of the valley and started doing the one-two-step: placing one front paw in the valley and then backing back out, her eyes wide with apprehension.  two paws.  one paw.  bravely, she pushed herself and placed all four of her paws in the valley walls and when the girls did not immediately round upon her she sought out @Xan, wildflower bouquet in tow.