i should have stopped to paint our picture

The bear turned her attention to Hazel, having lumbered along behind her towards the border at Hazel's request. She was well accustomed to following about the younglings of the Armada. At the girl's question, the bear leaned forward, giving the flower a delicate sniff. At least, it had intended to be so. Her huffed breath snatched the flower from the girl's paw and lodged in the entrance of her nose. She paused, and sneezed delicately into her paw. Holding out the now lightly sagging flower to the reddish wolf.

It was about then that Basilisk appeared, “Coming!” he barked, not one to turn down an adventure. He paused at the sight of the bear holding out her paw with a dampish looking flower, before shaking his head, and trotting on past the two. “Come on, we're wasting daylight!” he said, even if this was Hazels adventure.


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