Honeyed Pasture calendula arvensis

edit: closing this but i am always down to open it back up and present date it if wanted!!

goldie.

he laughed, warm and soft. he did not feel very golden these days. even as the summer sun dared to lighten his fur with little highlights and his eyes remained as yellow as ever.

two, she spoke of.

beautiful names. his claws clutched at the rich earth beneath his paws. are they...here?

did she even want him here?