Larksong Grotto Moves west, flowers' shadows

Aha! Sobo straightened up when a familiar smell drifted into his nose. It took him no time to find the little pink flowers with their characteristic yellow beard. Only a few in a small cluster. Sobo was a little disappointed, knowing these flowers took a very long time to grow, but at least he could take one or two back home with him.

He was so focused on the flowers that he ignored the sound of footsteps nearby until Veteran spoke, scaring him right out of his skin. Sobo started and scuttled several steps away before turning to see who was there. His two-toned eyes skipped rapidly over Veteran's dark coat and lighter patches, lingering on his eyes for a fraction of a second before ultimately landing on his scar.

His heart thudded in his ears, and not only because Veteran had frightened him. This was not Sobo's first time trying to talk to other wolves, but it never seemed to get any easier. Why was he so damnably shy? Uh, uh, he said between quick breaths, hi. Um. Fairy slippers, he said a little nonsensically before indicating the pink flowers with a nervous jab of his paw in their direction.