Morgan had recently been practicing with its senses when it noticed someone's presence nearby in the forest. It bounded off in the direction it had sensed, following a surprisingly exact trail its mind had made. The dog found itself feeling proud of its abilities as it found Nayru staring at the flower.
The samoyed trotted over to the familiar Tangler, only pausing when it was close enough to see the flower. It was an interesting little thing, sporting a soft, pure blue tint and a unique scent. In a voice as strange as ever, Morgan asked, "Pretty... Does Nayru want it?" It looked up from the flower to its comrade, tilting its head in wonder.
The samoyed trotted over to the familiar Tangler, only pausing when it was close enough to see the flower. It was an interesting little thing, sporting a soft, pure blue tint and a unique scent. In a voice as strange as ever, Morgan asked, "Pretty... Does Nayru want it?" It looked up from the flower to its comrade, tilting its head in wonder.