Eye of Newt and Toe of Frog

He had been hard at work lately, trying to ensure that his plants were going to survive the winter after they'd been settled in the garden. Spending a few hours per day getting the pond into a state that he was happy with, and toiling at the pit that he would soon occupy with... well. He wasn't totally certain yet. But the pit needed to be dug, regardless of its inhabitants. It was busy work, intended to occupy his time and keep his mind from wandering to the stress that his family had been under. It made him nervous, made his paws itch to move and tend and soothe. He knew it would be overwhelming if he foisted himself upon his mother, now that she was pregnant again. Siduri had practically vanished, which made him even more nervous than when a raid came to their own borders. He didn't like not knowing what everyone was doing, so instead of working himself up, he worked himself to death.

Hence the latest undertaking. Tending to his father after his run in with a bear. Sakana had given him the rundown, and his father was largely recovered from the brink of death, so it was unlikely his fledgling skills would be the cause of his demise. Always a reassuring notion, right? When the looming figure of his father cut a shadow across the clearing, picking his way through the seedling herbs and warily eyeing up the pit off to the side, he quickly sprung up from where he'd been wrist deep in soil and ambled over with a smile. "Hey dad," he doesn't hesitate as he seeks to press his cheek to the titanic male's shoulder in an affectionate greeting. Much like with his mother, it's about as high as he can reach. "how're you feeling today?" he questions with much the same tone that one would ask about plans for the afternoon, or what they wanted for dinner. He's very good at being level-headed and calm, despite the urge to wrap his own father in pillows and stuff him into his den for safekeeping until he was better. Maybe if he dug the pit a bit deeper...

The greyscale waif gestures towards the mound-like structure that serves as his den, with the long tunnel leading into the cool earth below. "If you want to rest, you can head inside, and I'll meet you down there once I've finished up with the plants." he extended the offer easily, and glanced up at the skies for a moment. Clear and blue today, with a few clouds scuttling by. A perfect day to be outside, enjoying the growing chill of winter. "Otherwise, make yourself comfortable out here- sunshine is good for you." the petite male said, tail wagging lightly. He took a few slow strides across the garden again, and busied himself with settling the thick, tuberous roots of wild onion into the soil with careful paws.

"Nimbus"