Too Blessed To Be Stressed

Burdened with lofty goals, and a large branch that was practically a log, Drífa slowly worked her back end backwards to where she hoped to start her summer garden. She'd know of other wolves that had transplanted herbs they'd found and grown them successfully. Drífa was a bit skeptical of how well she'd do so far north and so she'd naturally gone to the gorge where she'd had a garden before and new it was possible. This would just be for the summer, to get a few plants started while she worked on her green house. She hoped to build something south of the ship so that it was near enough that the ship would help block the bitter north winds.

However, that was still a ways away. She needed to focus on her summer garden. Halla was tending to the plants they'd hoped to transplant. She had taken soil and gently put them in some spare jars to take with her. It had been a rough journey but as most were northern plants it hadn't been too long and they were already acclimated to the weather here. Drífa set down the log and stretched her jaw. Oof, she needed to invent a better way to carry large objects.