Cowslip nibbled on a few lettuce leaves in the sun, focusing all his attention on the Flayrah, his pale cream fur shining. You lay next to the brook, just out of sight, in the kingcups, brooklime, and mallow plants. You hummed a gorgeous tone, it attracted Cowslip, his ears perked as he came to find the source of the sound. Finally, he stumbles upon you. "Oh, that's you Y/N?" He smiles.