Hideaway Strath shaking the wings of their terrible youths

The day was warm and Vein had spent some time traipsing through the territory looking for budding plants, he was obsessive over his gardens and wanted a rich one. After a day of searching there was a small pile of plants with tiny buds on them most were harder to identify until later in the season. 

As a reward the large white male, purely white for once having taken several baths recently, was laying on his back enjoying the sun paws tucked up to his chest, he began to roll groaning happily of course this was grinding some dirt into his back. He does hear someone approaching but doesn't stop rolling until he's hit all the good spots, finally he opens his eyes and looks toward the paw steps he heard approaching.

"My Lady Aerin, Come join me" He rumbles, his easy smile fades as he looks in her face his voice becoming concerned "Is something wrong?"