"Where are you going?" She pauses in her work, looking after him--but it's his own business if he wants to do something else now, so rather than chase after him she focuses on the flowers again. It's a pleasant surprise when he comes back, and she gives an appropriate "ooh" over the unexpected gift. "You're really good at this! Is it because you live here? You must know where all the pretty flowers are, huh." [ She gives him a quick scritch behind the ears, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. ]

"You know--even if I'm not a wolf--I could see myself living here. It's beautiful. There might not be many people here, but flowers have a way of bringing just the right ones." She picks the orange flower out of the basket as she lies down on the grass, twirling it and seeing how the sunlight filters through the petals. It's a nice daydream.