When flowers bloom a beauty is revealed

Bancha examines the flowers the same as he would when he explores territories. Just like these cliffs, he notices things. How animals veer away from the steep cliffside. The way the wind blows over the grass and wildflowers causing them to ripple as if they were the waves of the sea. He wonders if the cliff face has anything interesting about it as well and makes a note to find a way down to the bottom at point. Was there even a way down or would he have to go out and around as he had before?

His attention is back on the echinacea and the variety of colors they came in. Did each color have a different purpose? What caused the difference in color? Bancha is sure to pull one of each color from vibrant orange to deep purple to bring back home with him for further inspection. With teeth slicing through a stem as the stranger approaches, he is quick to freeze for a moment, head pulling up to watch the female approach.

Once he sees that her posture is relaxed and non-threatening, he too relaxes enough that even his curled tail gives a few wags. "Hello," Bancha calls back as the distance closes between them, flower still grasped gently between his teeth. "This wildflower field has many a use for wolves, especially healers," he comments, smile broadening as he realizes he's still holding the flower and is quick to set it down with the rest he's gathered. "I'm Bancha! I'm from just over there," his tone is cheerful as he lifts a paw to point in the direction of Obscura's pack lands. "Maybe we can pick them together!" Bancha offers, tail wagging a bit more furiously now. "I came out to grab some Echinacea," he turns to pick one of the ones he's gathered back up to hold it out for her to see.

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