your fuchsia smile
It smelled so nice here, so sweet. The youth would never tire of such a lovely sight. All the fruit trees were blooming with their sickly sweet scents, and colourful blossoms. A jovial smile stretched across her face, tongue lolling from her jaws. Since leaving the north, she'd grown lanky and awkward looking. Oversized paws with their downy fluff between the toes, and skinny, coltish legs. Puppy fat still clung desperately to her young form.
Trotting into the shade of a cluster of apricot trees, the coolness was a balm on her tortured skin. Whew. Maybe she would sit here for a little while, and rest. Admire the view, and watch the cabbage butterflies flit about. She wanted to chase them, but her elbows and thighs were all chafed and raw.
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His tall form moved quietly under the warm sun, his dark fur had thinned out in the spring to help him keep cooler for the summer. Though he would be lying if he had said the sun wasn't bugging him today. It was a curse of his darker fur and it made him wonder if the south would be where he wanted to settle into or not. He was from a long line of Northern wolves, so maybe he should head north and see what he could find there.
When he entered the orchard he quickly took cover under one of the fruit baring trees stopping for a moment to cool himself down a bit before he would continue on. While doing so his baby blues looked around taking in all the trees and the fruit that was here. He was sure someone would have interest in trading for some fruit, mainly to feed companions he supposed. So he would spend a few days here, but maybe he should come back. The fruit would sure to spoil if he didn't trade it right away.
Once cooled he began moving through the orchard until his blues caught the pale figure of a young girl under a tree up ahead. She was the complete opposite from himself in color, but it seemed the sun was taking it's own toll on her.
"Hello" he called out.
"Is that your baby?" the pallid youth questioned, lifting one paw to gesture to his satchel. It could be a baby, right? A small butterfly came closer, and she instantly forgot about the man and his strange baby. Instead, she lunged for it, teeth snapping closed on half of a wing. The little bug crumpled and was still- hanging from her mouth. Her tongue slithered free to lick the papery little bug into her maw. A snack!
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