I Love To Go Swimmin' With Bow-Legged Women, And Swim Between Their Legs

Gossamer thought for a moment and then nodded. "I think you're right." Habari sounded like the name of one of their allies, though to be honest she wasn't the best at remember all the pack names and their relationships to the Armada. Gossamer looked over at the boy who stated that he was not a good digger. She puffed up her chest. "Ok, that's alright. I'm a great digger!" She eyed the plant and dug her paws into the fresh earth. While she could be fussy about guts and slimy fish, she had no problem with dirt. Gossamer worked at her digging until she revealed a good chunk of the root system. She looked up to Asta. Asta peered down into the mud, clicking her tongue before nodding. "Ok, you want the rhizomes, those are these swollen parts. Each of you go ahead and chew one loose." Gossamer nodded before pressing her muzzle into the dirt. She was able to chew the rhizome out easily with her long fangs though she sneezed as she got dirt in her nose. "Gow ih!' She said between clenched teeth.