little gardener

However content in her solitude there was so much family within the pack lands and the castle she wouldn’t be that way for long. Despite the drizzle and the solitude Spriggan was happiest out here with the plant life. However much she loved her family the tiny girl held a very strong connection to the greenery that lived around the castle.

She heard her uncle’s paw steps before he offered greeting and her delicate pale features were already lifting up towards him when he called her little flower. A sweet little grin spread over her lips as he asked what she was up to. He very easily lowered his huge frame beside her, Spriggan had already grown used to everyone being so much larger than herself. She theorized that to grow her mushrooms the rest of her remained tiny.

"Watering my moss.” She explained softly, giving her pale pelt a little shake. The baby ferns wiggled gently as she did so. "I like being out here with the flowers.” She went on to explain as her itty bitty paw gently stroked the delicate leaves of the decorative plants.

"Spriggan Carpathius"