you've got to gooo dig those holes

Thankfully the digging creature was quick enough to pick up on his words. Indigo grinned as it ceased its digging and took a moment to think before repositioning itself where the boy and his badger were working. Indigo nodded approvingly as the creature looked up for approval and then all three of them were back to work. Before he knew it the pond would be ready to be filled.

Unfortunately for Indigo this was not a second digging companion come to see him, but another pack members. The man was vaguely familiar from the birthday party but the boy hadn’t paid him very much mind. His attention was first on the Pangolin, called Pan Indy would learn. The young mohawk furred but looked up as he was addressed, his quiet nature obvious as he waited to be called on.

”Hi,” he replied softly. Indigo had tucked himself away recently, keeping to himself as the pack continued to make leaps and bound forward. ”No, his help is nice.” Indigo insisted in his mellow tones as he returned his attention to the dirt at his paws. He was not a wolf of many words.