Wild Flower Hunting

Aravinda had walked from Evertown before sunrise. He managed to arrive in the outer forest later, a few hours after the sun perfectly rose. His black cape flowed behind him, the lilac-colored lace and golden bell following the fabric seamlessly. As the florist made his way to the small flower field just nearby the edge of the woodlands. Stip-stepping, the Fluffpaw moved between the trees, pausing once in a while to admire or pick a flower beneath the shade.