Camellia Flipped Chat Profile

You were traveling through the forested hills for reasons of your own before you saw sunlight peeking through the treeline. As you got closer, you emerged from the wooded area into a beautiful clearing. The gentle winds of spring combed through the grass and flowers of the meadow, carrying a scent downwind to you. There was a she-wolf lying center in the grass— reading a book it seemed. You watched her from afar, her gentle, sweet fragrance infesting your belly with butterflies. Who was she and why was she out here alone?