Transplantation

The brown scarred wolf was growing tired really. She wasn't used to travelling such long distances like she had. Loviat wasn't allowed to - but what she came across was rather pleasant. She kept her distance though, her lavender eyes moving over the wolf who was planting things. The prairie was already filled with white flowers but what was it that he was planting? Love curiously got closer, she was no healer so she had no way of knowing what was happening. Though she had been here for a bit watching him so no doubt he'd seen her. He wasn't much smaller than she was! Loviat was so used to wolves being bigger than her that it was a welcome relief. Out of pure curiosity she had decided to ask him.

"What were those things you planted?" she asked, as she stood full in front of him. Many first took note of her scars, the large one across her right eye. The one on her right shoulder to the middle of her chest were by the far the biggest. However she was still covered in them from head to toe. Little nicks where patches of fur were missing. A tattered up mess - but that had never really stopped Loviat not these days. "My name's Loviat." she introduced herself but remained a few feet away for distance purposes.