How could I tell him?

Yesterday I met this little butterfly in the Patrick’s Knob roadless area in the Coeur d’Alene Mountains of Western Montana. I didn’t know his name and I didn’t even know the name of his flower, but I did know that his species and his whole world is in danger of vanishing forever…

at the hands of my species, the vastly more intelligent one. I didn’t know how to tell him.

(My friend aullori has helped me out with the identities of the Pine White butterfly and the Pearly Everlasting flow he is on. Thanks, aullori!)