Show me how you do that trick.

Kahaia had risen thanks to the morning sun attacking her vision. Even behind closed lids, it managed to burn her retinas. Opening her eyes slowly, she came to realize how she got to be sleeping in the open anyway. Little flower peeked up at the brute whose maw was currently resting atop her head. She really didn't want to disturb him, but something compelled her to go try to do a thing for him. This man was just charming enough to get Kahaia attached, little did he know he was stuck with her now. The girl carefully removed her head from beneath his, making sure his muzzle landed gently on his own front limbs before setting off. She wouldn't be going far, just to pick some flowers.

She wasn't sure how she would present them to the man, or if she would even go that far. The girl was just so excited, she had to do something. Besides, he said he would catch them something this morning. Even though Kahaia was supposed to help, she might as well give him something in return ahead of time. It was times like this when Kahaia really seemed like innocence was all that would ever become of her. She'd seen so much bad and so many violent wolves, and still, the little things pleased her. Kept her content, believing all was right in the world. Perhaps she was simply naive, the girl was only a year. She didn't have much experience under her belt to really judge the world.

Goddess in the making knew exactly what she wanted to gather for him. Well not really, she was mainly looking for the flowers that stuck out the most to her. Flowers of all different colors to make up her little bouquet. Twelve flowers should be enough, besides, anything more would be too bulky to carry. It would look like she was going overboard, and she wanted to impress this one, not scare him away. So, she got to picking, taking her time and being sure to grab perfect flowers. However, as she got to the last of her little collection, she had a feeling he'd be rising soon. She had to hurry and grab something. So the girl grabbed any random flower from the field and darted back to their little spot. Delicate paws hit the earth carefully and strategically, as she didn't want to prematurely wake him.

Lass moved to place the flowers, thinking of how she wanted to present them. Then she noticed that the last flower she had just randomly grabbed was wilted. What a disappointment. Normally she would see something like that and consider it unique, but she wanted it to be all perfect, normal even. She wanted to make this man like her, not consider her some kind of freak for picking wilted flowers for him. There was no way she was going to present this. The girl left the flowers bunched up a few feet away from him and hurried back to her spot. Ever so gently tucking her head back under his snout and closing her eyes. She wanted him to think she had been asleep this whole time. Not out and about being a weirdo.