Humming a soft tune Ganja would absentmindedly play at the grass in front of her feet, Aakil was under the tree a few meters away while she was under the shade of the plant her mother had brought for her. She brought water to it every day, and with every day the plant would grow stronger and more vibrant. It was beautiful and big and her mother had given it to her, Ganja loved it. She could hardly be parted from it's side. It smelled so lovely and was beautiful to look at. If her mother only expected plant growing from her daughter in the future Ganja knew she could do it, the girl had a.. green thumb. (ba dum tsh) Waving her toxic tipped tail behind her Ganja would enjoy the warmth of that nice spring day. ""

The pack had been rather sudden, forming before there paws with just a simple decision. But hey, if it kept Dione happy he wouldn't complain. For a woman so tiny she certainly got things done. He was working on expanding the den, though he soon grew bored and sought for something more interesting to do. He would walk around their new borders, marking until he spotted a tiny little figure. He didn't have to think twice that it was his daughter in the distance, with her neon fur illuminating the area around her. Wasn't she a cutie pie? What was she doing anyway. He would gently jog to meet her, stopping to tower over her small form. In contrast he must seem huge. And... and what is that next to her? He didn't expect her to be attached to these plants so soon. But Dione always did convince others that bad things were good. " Ganja... Is this your new little project? Do you have no friends to play with, you know.. It's important to socialise." Well, she did have Aakil. But the strange attachment to the plants reminded Novaro a lot of Dione.

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Her attentions were not held so deeply that she did not notice the approach of her father. His blue pelt shining delightfully off the pale surroundings would cause her to smile and her tail to wag more erratically. Her head would loft as he came to stand over her, bright red eyes taking him in as she beamed up at him. Goodness he was so big, there was no way she would ever be his size. Though that should have been obvious from the start, she took more after Dione than Novaro. His words were first a question about her plant, he didn't realize what Dione had gone through to collect her lovely plant. He'd also mentions she needed more friends.. needed to socialize. Wasn't Aakil enough? "Mother brought it for me to make up for my lost seedlings." She'd tell him matter-of-fctly. "And I'm hanging out with Aakil." she was always hanging out with Aakil. "He's over there under the tree." She would explain her little nose pointing towards his still form. "I don't need any other friends." She'd tell him, more to comfort his worry for her than anything. ""

He would look upon his daughter in awe, he couldn't imagine her all grown up- what would she be? Would she be successful? happy? With Aakil? Novaro hasn't had a chance to meet the boy alone, perhaps knowing they really didn't have that much to say. He would roll his shoulders, before sitting down to watch his daughter obsess over her plants. He would raise a brow, tilting his head to look upon the boy a few meters away. Oh, so he was. " Is Aakil a wolf you wish to have forever?" He'd question, there was nothing more important then to be around those who support you. He would lower his crown to gently touch the tip of one of her plants, of course Dione would have given it to her. A smile would touch his lips. " Do you think it'll grow as high enough to reach the clouds!" he'd chuckle, if only that were possible. He was sure the possibilities were endless in her mind. He could only hope in the future nothing would block her [realistic] goals.

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Ganja didn't much dwell in the future or what it might bring, she was too much enveloped in her current world to think about what might be ahead. All she worried about was watering her plant and playing with her siblings. Though it seemed Aakil was her usual companion. Even if he did like to sleep. Her daddy's question would kind of catch her off guard as she peered up at his features with her bright ruby eyes. Did she want Aakil forever? "hmm.." She' dlook back over to where the boy was sleeping. He was grumpy sometimes but he also made her laugh. This was a big question her father asked her. "Yeah, I think so." She'd eventually decide, not really realizing what that would mean for her. In the future she'd appreciate it more. Her father would go on to a much more realistic topic, her plat. Would it grow all the way up to the clouds? The realistic pup would answer, "Daddy, have you ever seen a plant that grew up to the clouds?" He was just being silly with her right? Even the tallest trees didn't reach the clouds... right? ""

He would watch her, unsure what paths she wishes to choose, whether she'd love to lead as a queen, or live simple and happy life as a regular wolf. It was nothing he should worry about though, since he believed they should create there own paths and decisions, and he'll only give guidance if they wished for it. He would disregard the whole question he had asked about if she wished to be with Aakil, and would instead take a moment of silence, before laying down onto the grass beneath the, his paws in the air. " Well, when I was a little boy I believed all the great plants could reach up to the sky, and all the wolves around would be memorized. Though perhaps I haven't lived to see that because no one cares for there plants like you do." He would grin, lightly pushing his daughter with one of his fore paws.