Lion Head Mesa flower power

Haizel was rather good at getting flower names right, despite the fact he'd never been in a desert. A flower he'd picked dangled gently in his jaws as he bowed before the young queen, tail curled high as his chest touched the floor beneath him.

He thought its vibrant yellow hues matched the queen's fur perfectly. The doe-pelted wolf lay it down for a moment on one of his giant paws, as to not get it dirty. It is a desert sunflower, divine one. Not before being in the presence of such an important wolf, he felt the need to copy the speech of the small wolf, of which he had yet to get the name of. Quite pretty, don't you think? A smile traced his muzzle. I thought it might look nice in your fur, if you wouldn't mind.