i'm a puppet on strings

The orchard had smelled too lovely in passing to ignore, so the giantess had wound up here. Her dual toned optics scanned over the landscape with a dim sense of appreciation and mild awe. It was magnificent, to see all the blooms and to smell the heady aroma of the blossoms hanging overhead. The willowy lass would let her pace slow to a meander, and her tail would swing exaggeratedly at her rear while she explored at her own pace. The sounds of birdsong were a faint, but pleasant ambiance for her stroll amid the trees. The flora was lush here, roots overtaking much of the ground and leaving plenty of opportunities for the pallid princess to trip. Which happened frequently, and often the girl ended up doing a spectacular faceplant in the dirt. Not that it particularly mattered, she was clumsy enough to recover herself with minimal dignity loss.
It was lovely out, the sun fell in dappled rays through the canopies of the trees, and lit up the femme's coat here and there. Eventually, a clearing was found, a small span of grass that could easily serve as a ground zero for her travels. With a small, contented sigh, the slender limbs of the alabaster wolfess would fold beneath her as she reclined on the soft grass for a short rest. With such a serene locale, how could anyone resist the charm of a nap in the clearing?