High High Hopes

*Malalia* · (This post was last modified: 05-02-2020, 04:49 PM by Malalia.)

Malalia

They moved towards the opening. The yearling followed closely as Io padded ahead, leading the way around the garden as she talked about its history. Mal hadn't yet reached Boreas when the volcano erupted, but she had seen some of its after effects -- swathes of devastated forests, layers of ash, quieted woods devoid of prey. She couldn't imagine trying to navigate that world just when it had happened...

What Io had constructed during that time captured her attention: the steppes, the tiered levels watered by a nearby pond, the varying herbs and trees. It must have taken her quite a while to build it all and transplant everything she wanted. The pack probably didn't need another garden, but how cool would it be, to build something this grand on her own?

The two padded over to a smaller garden tucked behind the cottage, noting the beginnings of a fence. Iolaire explained how to wind the branches around the stakes, and Malalia watched carefully. When it was her turn, she drew a branch from the pile and did as she had instructed: weaving the willow branch between the stakes, first from the left side, then the right. She stared at her work for a heartbeat before giving a little "Ah," and pushing the branch down to lay flush against the one Iolaire had placed before. Simple enough. She flicked her ears and looked over at the she-wolf. "How's that?"

"Speech"

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