It's black and white

He wasn't used to someone who was so naturally cheerful. Her wiggling and wagging and... adorable? Was that the right word? The way she was so genuinely concerned about getting a plant out of the ground was more than a bit confusing to him who had always been focused on training to fight. However, he had already agreed to help at this point so he tried not to question it too much. I'm Uvall," he replied simply when she introduced herself. As she explained her reason for wanting the roots of the plant intact he gave a small nod. He liked logic and her reasoning at least had a sound basis as far as he could tell. "I can try," he said with a small shrug. What would it hurt to try, right?

He shifted so that he could stand at the edge of the hole she had begun to make around this plant. He settled down on his stomach and started carefully scraping clumps of dirt out from around the roots. Perhaps his larger paws made it a bit easier to scoop up the clumps, but he was still being extremely careful. His ear flicked back toward her to listen to her question. He didn't look away from his task with the exception of a small glance toward her. "Not exactly. But I live here now. My family moved here recently." There was a slowly growing pile of dirt beside him now and he paused to carefully trace the roots with his eyes. "Maybe you can hold the plant up so I can dig around the other side?"