How does your garden grow?

Usually, Sedna didn’t pay much mind to the comings and goings of her packmates as they passed her den. If they wanted her, then surely they would seek her out. The lingering presence at the edge of her garden had her lifting her head, attempting to not scowl, she managed to simply bunch her brows in exasperation. She hadn’t had much to do with the fiery marked girl, she wasn’t even sure she could remember her name. “You. Yer showed up when they called fer healers. What’s yer name?” Dirt smudged her monochrome muzzle and paws. Undoubtedly she probably had vegetation caught in her coat, but Sedna never really had cared about what impression she left.

“Speech”