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Goddess of Relaxation.
Loner
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Species
Vancouver Coastal Sea wolf

Sex
Female (She/Her)

Age
2 (9/13/2023)

Height
Very Short

Weight
Light

Build
Slender

Eyes
Clear Sea Blue

Fur
Dark grey- blues, grey- blues, light greys.

Scent
Sea breeze, Flowers and herbs.

Oddities
Light grey paws and eye lids, heart bared on chest.

Mark of Mythris
Casts no shadow

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The female woke early that morning with a purpose. She was to find some soapwort, she felt she needed a nice bath, something beyond a rinse in the sea. The salt helped scrub some of the dirt off, but her days as a gardener were dirty ones. As she unpeeled from her lover the girl pressed a nose to Makara's cheek and did the same thing she nearly always did, unless she was in a hurry, and she breathed in his scent. She took in his essence, absorbed every inch of his cheekfur with her nose, and she giggled when it tickled it.

She pulled away and muttered a soft Swedish goodbye before she bounded off into the day. It was overcast today, cloudy and dark, and she furrowed her brow. A storm was brewing and she honestly wasn't looking forward to it, the way the clouds rolled offered a sense of a heavy rain. The air was thick and you could taste the moisture on it, Pasi slowed her pace as she made her way away from their den and into the wisteria trees.

The goddess sniffed about, trying to catch the delicate, sweet, and fresh aroma. Her nose working overtime as she nosed this way and that. After a while she was able to catch the scent and zeroed in on it with a determined smile. Her brow was furrowed in a positive way this time, her smile was more a smirk of pride, and she trotted faster as she made her way towards the origin of the scent.

After what felt like hours of zigging and zagging the female finally found them. The tiny blooms of pink were brilliant and glorious, they smelled lovely, and they were hers.

Diving headfirst into the bushy gathering she dug at the base of them and began to uproot the plants. Once she had exposed the roots she began to pile them up beside her and make a small mound that would grow in size with each passing moment. She would gather as much as her tiny mouth would carry, and then she'd make a few more trips back and forth so she could gather them for the rest of the pack if they so desired.




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