circling the drain

She's been grey more and more lately. Things were getting a bit quieter now. The pups had grown into yearlings. Sirius was being tended to by the slave woman, who seemed pleasant enough from Halo's distance. Hanako was... stable. She was stable enough that Halo wasn't losing sleep over the idea that she might not make it. All of the things that she was usually wrapped up in had stilled. Aside from the arrival of the girl who had yet to speak, Halo found herself without much of anyone to take care of. It's times like these when the grey is at its worst.

So she busies herself taking care of her plants. Her garden was flourishing, thriving within the rich soil of the woods. Each of her garden beds was marked out with carefully placed stones, all planned meticulously within the general vicinity of her den. She'd watched the sun for days before marking those boundaries, and tilling the soil with whatever help she could scrounge up. This season, they seemed to be doing even better. Still, with as well planned as the garden was, there would be the odd unwelcome resident in each garden patch.

Halo busied herself pulling weeds this morning, carefully prying them free from her garden patch. Around her shoulders, the mid-morning sun shone softly down. At least it was a pretty day.
"Halo"