different variety

Blight bounced through Auster. Boreas was far behind him now, having crossed the land bridge without fuss. He spotted a woman ahead of him and approached. An easy, albeit somewhat manic, grin on his features. He noticed she was planting seeds. "Oh, can I help?" he extended his workload without a second thought "i-if you want that is!" He had the capacity to be sheepish sometimes, an uneasy frown placed on his lips instead. The man would wait for the other wolf to deny or accept his assistance, even if a burning inquisitiveness lingered in his brain. There were about a million questions to ask.

Instead, he focused on the flowers. "Marigold will grow nicely in this place" he chirped happily "it's much more tropical than Boreas" Even if Boreas had hit spring, it was a bit stormy up there right now. That's one of the reasons he had come to Auster, to avoid a bigger problem. Blight's smile returned as he stared openly, but not unkindly, at the horned wolf. "You know" he continued "you could use your horns to make grooves in the dirt, making it easier to plant instead of digging every single time." But that was just a suggestion, of course. Some wolves could be a bit touchy regarding their, ah, deformities.

Blight wanted one or two or maybe even three of them. Wouldn't it make life easier?

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