The way the petals flutter

Bancha follows dutifully, his paws taking him along the border as they explored. He notices Cerberus’ quiet demeanor and wonders what was on the man’s mind. The youngster isn’t that type of pushy though. Just cheerful and lighthearted, but would stay out of other’s business when necessary. Never one to poke and prod. Not like they were doing to the nook today.

“The river from the rapids and falls does lay just along the southern border,” Bancha points out to Ruse with a nod of his muzzle and a light swish of his tail. “If we needed water closer, we could dig a well?” He questions, head canting as he peers out into the distance. The stream leading from the rapids inland toward the bigger Rio Grande would provide ample sustenance, but something did occur to him them. “Is there a potential for the nook to flood if we get a heavier rain?” His concern is shown by drawn eyebrows as he looks back to Ruse and Scylla.

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