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Blight gently hummed.

He didn't know how they'd water the seeds, and rain seemed distant. That could lead them toward the search for fresh sources. He gave a further hum when the woman said to find a rock with a groove; he was big enough to carry a rock, and so was she! But would it work if there was no water to be found? Nope! That was the key word; no, no it would not. "Salt will dry out the seeds" he chirped to the other wolf "hang on, I'll go lookity look!" And with that said, he rose and began to nose around in the foliage.

Sure enough, he found a carved (and curved!) rock. But bonus points for this; he realized the rock already had rainwater on it. Blight didn't cry out or alert the woman though. His rump wagged as he bent down to pluck the rock up. Careful... Careful! He decided to give just a drop to each seed, and hydrate the coating of the outside, so it could be moist. Storing water next would be the seed's responsibility. It would know. Nature always did, in its strange and wonderful way. Once he was done with that, he dropped the curved rock.

The row of seeds was haphazardly watered but watered all the same. He beamed at the woman, wagging his tail. They did a fine job if all was said and done. Yes, a fine job indeed.

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