Sinking Seeds

It would come as a surprise to Jiro how elated he would feel having a purpose. Being given a job by the healer made his tail wag a little bit faster. Putting the bulbs in the holes was an easy enough task! "Not sure we will have frost this winter," Jiro comments as he moves toward the pile of garlic bulbs she has placed on the ground for him. "This season has been quite balmy," his stilted accent has been getting better lately. More fluid the more he speaks the common tongue. Would he even remember his native language one day?

Following slowly behind Ellara, Jiro places a garlic bulb in each hole she has already dug. With his nose he scoots dirt over the bulb until a small mound covers it. Enjoying the earthy scent of dirt and pungent scent of the garlic, he is quiet for a few moments. His ears swivel, listening to the world around them as he works. Easy, but important work. It was something he was truly beginning to enjoy.

"I notice you have a pack scent on you. Do you live in the castle?" His silver gaze looks up to the loom brick structure that shades part of the garden. It was the closest pack to the garden's field, but he wasn't going to just assume in case there was another pack nearby he didn't know about.