3/22/2025, 5:17 AM
Skill: Florist [1/5]
Still hobbling about, the wolfdog advanced. A field of flowers resided—the vivacious flora a striking contrast from the wan landscape just beyond the trees. Cerulean eyes transfixed over the brilliant plants, her tail loosening and beginning to sway at her hocks. A sweet scent of nectar reached her senses as she raised her head to sniff... only, that appeared not to be the only thing she could smell.
Cvetka let out a soft woof of surprise, ears risen sharply, tail stiff by her limbs. A few flowers she'd mindlessly scooped into her mouth were gingerly placed back down upon a rock—she could get to that later. There were other things to attend to, now.
'Hello?' The soft voice called, and Cvetka nearly flinched. She responded with a small bark—not hostile, yet not entirely welcome.
The rosy she-wolf eventually sauntered through the field, halting once she saw the other before her. Not tall, not short. Not thin, nor broad. A simple wolf, with fur dappled like a fawn and soft, round eyes that spoke of innocence. Of peace. Unhostile.
She quietly huffed out of her nostrils before quietly letting out a 'roo'. Her tail was taut as it flicked against her hocks in anxiety. A pink tongue fluttered out of her lips; submissive, placating. Quite redundant for such an un-escalated confrontation.
Cvetka dipped her body down, careful not to press any weight against the injured forelimb, and rolled onto her back. Her brush remained nervous by her haunches.
Cvetka let out a soft woof of surprise, ears risen sharply, tail stiff by her limbs. A few flowers she'd mindlessly scooped into her mouth were gingerly placed back down upon a rock—she could get to that later. There were other things to attend to, now.
'Hello?' The soft voice called, and Cvetka nearly flinched. She responded with a small bark—not hostile, yet not entirely welcome.
The rosy she-wolf eventually sauntered through the field, halting once she saw the other before her. Not tall, not short. Not thin, nor broad. A simple wolf, with fur dappled like a fawn and soft, round eyes that spoke of innocence. Of peace. Unhostile.
She quietly huffed out of her nostrils before quietly letting out a 'roo'. Her tail was taut as it flicked against her hocks in anxiety. A pink tongue fluttered out of her lips; submissive, placating. Quite redundant for such an un-escalated confrontation.
Cvetka dipped her body down, careful not to press any weight against the injured forelimb, and rolled onto her back. Her brush remained nervous by her haunches.
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All events involving Cvetka occur on a strictly organic basis unless discussed OOC and mutually agreed upon.
