Wild Berry Meadow Comin' for the Crown

And there she was, rolling around in the meadow without a care in the world. They had recently crossed a river, and the last thing Arana wanted to do was to smell like fish. Like, ew, ew, ew. For over half an hour she smooshed herself around in the meadow of slowly crushed flowers. Golden pelt became a bunch of mess between leaves and petals, and she had noozeled and noodled herself around the green as she rid herself of river scent.

In one of her little whirlies, the light girl saw a dark head in the horizon. Recognizing the gold and garnet mixed eyes, she threw up a happy bark and welcomed him back. Why was his head bowed?? And who was this with him?

"Hey!" She called out, jogging to meet them, tail held up and questioning the whole situation. "What's happenin?"