Wapun Meadow ii. sweet-smelling flowers

His forelegs tightened around her, and with a heave and a rruff, he managed to roll himself free and toss himself some paw-lengths away. 

Fallen gathered himself to his paws and shook, the petals from squashed flowers falling from his coat as the sun set over the horizon.

He looked interested, and she looked rather pretty, even if he already had that thought. The man wondered if he'd ever learn her story, the noises she'd seem surprised to learn fell on unknowing ears. What would she have said? 

He picked a pretty yellow flower, and went over to her, carefully placing it in the fur on her neck. I think it looks pretty on you... his head tilted, tongue lolling out softly.