(I have Caelia in Rushing Shadow and Cooper in Burning Moon if anyone is interested. c:)
Steadily and swiftly, the small figure of the small timber slunk through the vegetation. The lush leaves brushed up against her thick, lavished pelt, tickling her sides. The ground compact and stable beneath her paws. Her tail drifted lightly behind her, almost dragging on the ground. Her ears were perked forwards, delicately, attentive.
A figure of a dying plant caught her eye, and instantly the she-wolf quickened her pace. Her lithe body strode onwards, her tail swaying gently behind her body now. Lowering her nose to the frail plant, she left out of soft huff, and at the touch of her breath, the plant sprung to life, leaves uncurling and splaying outwards.
Part of Caelia felt obligated to helping the plants, to keeping them alive until fall came into play and the plants were to rest during the cold seasons. With a slight curl of her lip, she appeared to be pleased with herself. "All better." She cooed to the small flower, as though it were an actual being that cold hear her.