A new class begins

Spriggan loved plants, that was no secret with the way she carried them on her back. Little pink flowers bloomed on her coat and beautiful ostrich ferns took hold on her back. There was at least one wolf who knew and took her passion for greenery seriously, and that was her aunt Gwyn. She followed her aunt now, headed to the greenhouse. She had been in here before, she knew how much of a refuge it was to the cold outside and it held some of the most interesting plants. Gwyn shut the door behind them, and Spriggan shook off the chill as her aunt began her little lesson within the walls.

Gwynevere pointed out a particularly warm flower, one of reds, golds, and oranges. She pulled it forward for the little girl to smell. ”Mmm.” she offered first, enjoying the scent. ”It's so pretty, but i don't know what it is.” She returned with a sad little shrug.