tending the garden

When Absinthe began to move away, she immediately picked up her paws and followed in his wake. Trailing the taller wolf with her head dipped, and ears a little flat. Her demeanour submissive to a T.

She was grateful that the male seemed content to do much of the heavy lifting. Grabbing the box they needed and slinging it around his shoulders. Strength wasn’t exactly the girl's forte. The job he did give her was easy enough. Eyes like little flames sought out any appropriate nooks and crannies as they walked. “Here, Absinthe, Sir." she directed, hopping up onto the ledge herself, and lowering her belly to the floor. Holding her paws out to take the expected lamp.

"Speech"