How does your garden grow?

The small handmaiden was making her way through her chores, fetching firewood to top up the stores of her Princess. On her way to the communal space, she found herself skirting around the busy garden of one of the pack wolves. A wolf she had seen in passing and believed to be a warrior. But this garden indicated otherwise. She watched as a little opossum darted between the herbs, before realising the wolf herself stood in the garden as well.

Lia smiled sheepishly, before bowing her head politely. “Good day to you” she said, picking up her feet to continue on her way before the other wolf could call her out intruding.


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