Silvertip Mountain bileflowers

A strange scent on the breeze coaxed her eyes open, and she sat up on the sunny rock where she had perched for a short nap. She stretched and yawned, not yet understanding what had pulled her from sleep. But the cool wind tickled her nose and the scent was there again. And in her more conscious state, she realized it mixed with Merrick's scent as well.

Curious, she hopped down from the rock and allowed the wind to direct her toward her king. It took no time to find him, and she picked up her pace until she slipped in right beside him, brushing her shoulder against his in greeting. Then her attention turned to the plants Merrick held in his mouth. She nosed them curiously as she walked beside him.