little gardener

The weather had been wet ever since Spriggan could remember, that made the perfect environment to foster the plant life that grew in her fur. The little mushrooms that sprouter from her shoulders and hips were a welcome home to the moss that spread over her back. There was some green that took hold on her head as well as the base of her tail. She had even noticed a couple of tiny fiddleheads unfurling on her scruff.

While she was used to getting strange looks, there weren’t many wolves who fostered plant life on their own coats. Even less who had mushrooms growing out of their flesh. She loved her fungi, flowers, and ferns though. No matter how strange that made her.

The girl was in the courtyard, fostering the little greens upon her coat. Spriggan often made her way down here by herself. She didn’t need company besides her little plants, at least that was what she told herself.

"Spriggan Carpathius"