little bird in the cinnamon tree

The dark-coated bitch cocked her head as she strode through the Rosebud Nook's glamorous expanse. The trees burst into color, carrying pinks and incredible greens; Auriga paid that no real mind. She had better things to do than gawk at the landscape. Let a lesser wolf do that.

Auriga licked across her jaw and glanced from one side to the other, paws carrying her over spring-soft grasses. Her tail twitched. There was a sense of delight in her chest, that she was able to witness this place and sully it with her very presence! How delightful. As she walked, Auriga sniffed at the air. There ought to be herbs about...

So, with a smug smile, she slipped forward and began to rustle through plants, eyes sharp, peering for anything that looked like it was worth taking back to the family. As she dug, she did see some moss, but moss... well. She'd get that later.