Where the Wildflowers Grow

Kolt's nose twitched as he caught the scent of yarrow on the breeze. His large paws moved with a soft grace, barely disturbing the damp grass still wet with dew from the night before. The God's Garden lay before him, a sprawling expanse of untamed greenery and vibrant blooms. His sharp, piercing blue eyes scanned the clearing, taking in every detail. In the distance, he could see the crumbling remains of an ancient stone wall.

Kolt's blue eyes scanned the area curiously, his tail swishing behind him. He had stumbled upon this place quite by accident, having wandered farther than usual. His ears perked forward as he took in the sights and smells. With spring in full swing, it was a welcoming burst of life after the winter they had just endured.

But of course, he was out here for a reason. His focus was drawn to a small patch of feathery-leaved plants nestled within the ruins - the yarrow he had been searching for. Kolt approached carefully, his cautious steps mindful of any uneven ground that could trip him up. With each step, he couldn't help but be drawn in by the delicate white flower clusters that danced gently in the fresh spring air, beckoning him closer.

"Kolt Carpathius"