kinfolk

Most days, Nimbus kept himself entertained all on his own. Whatever he did to fill the day was only ever improved by a guest appearance by one of his packmates, and he was always more than happy to make room for another body or two in his activities. Today's activity was harvesting some of the blooms that had sprouted up across the island as summer pressed on. He liked the bright colours and aromas that they brought, and he hoped to transplant a few in his greenhouse. It was still a work in progress, but he wanted to start introducing flowers as soon as possible. He was too impatient to wait until it was perfect.

The current victim of his less than skillful ministrations was a tiny hydrangea bush, with only a few blooms to speak of at the moment. He was hoping it would flourish in the greenhouse, and soon he'd have an enormous plant like the ones a few feet from the one he was kidnapping. Tiny paws scraped at the warm soil around the woody base of the bush, slowly but steadily revealing the thin, white roots that crisscrossed the earth closer to the surface. He was doing his best to avoid them, but there were already a few casualties. Nim remained optimistic for now, he was sure that he would be okay as long as he was careful about the ones deeper down.

Those oversized ears caught some kind of movement nearby, and he paused to look up from his work and track down who or what was interrupting his gardening. "Hey Flurry!" he chirped as he caught sight of his big sister, a huge grin plastered across his dirt-smudged features.

"Nimbus"