Blossom Bower — [Open - AW] Familar Enough Habits

Larkspur scraped the soft soil beneath their paws, careful to not dislodge any of the smaller mounds and dark-colored soil. This was such a lush and heavily flowered area that they'd assumed - correctly, they noted with satisfaction - that the soil here was loose and rich with all sorts of things that would be beneficial for the plants. They could practically taste it through their pads, the various nutrients and enriching plant matter being broken down and they could even feel the burrowing motions of the worms squirming about, careful not to clip any of them with their claws.  Only yesterday had they returned the lost friends Reed Blackpaw and Balthazar to each other and while the two friends enjoyed each other's company, Larkspur elected to sniff around the nearby land with the intent of constructing another garden for themself. It had felt odd and discomforting to have traveled so long with only the plants that grew in their back rather than the various medicines they typically toted around in their equally lost saddle-bags. The double-pouched saddlebag would be hard to replace - they had no place for tanning, hadn't found a creature with a decent enough pelt for skinning and sewing was a skill they rarely practiced beyond the sewing of flesh-together to encourage the healing of more severe wounds. Thus, it only made sense for them to start out with their garden itself - it would be a while before the herbs would be well-grown enough to begin taking clippings of. The birch patterned chocolate wolf gave a stretch, arching their back towards the ground and stretching out their forelegs in front of them. It had taken a while to scout the little area, determine a good place for the plot, clear a small area out then begin digging out the plot itself. A rectangular space might have been more traditional but Larkspur had chosen a more circular plot, something that might go a bit more easily unnoticed by anyone flying above. They lined the outside of the circle with large, smooth stones stone from a nearby river alongside a few pawfuls of tiny pebbles to sprinkle on the inside of the circle and allowed their muddy appearance to further disguise that it was a garden. "Now all I need are some sprouts or clippings," the wandering wolf mused aloud. They were fairly impatient when it came to growing things at times and seeds would take far longer than they desired in this new world to propagate.  --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.