Flycatcher Downs you might listen to too much jimmy buffett

She softly hummed as she considered the information the woman had passed along. Flowers, flowers, flowers...

Nebula kept up her soft hum as she sniffed about, weaving to and fro. Any places that grow flowers so late? Like an orchard or something? She knew some trees bloomed late into the year. Or at least some did back home. Nebula had no clue if this place had anything like that — which was why she opted to ask the local wolf. Hopefully they wouldn't mind her flow of questions.