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Larkspur nodded, not quite able to suppress the light snort that came from her in the face of the giant seemingly unwilling to just say 'marking.' It was a good point though - she'd encountered quite a few fliers back in her hold pack and in the surrounding area but the farther they'd gotten, the more ordinary some of the wolves had been. She supposes that she should've gotten a more 'civilized' vibe out of him when he mentioned being a pirate with Reed, using cutlasses and wearing goggles (even if they served an important purpose) but they supposed they forgot at times there were creatures who didn't consider themselves animals. "Yes she blends in rather well," the wolf remarked, turning their gaze to a particularly muddy patch of stones around the garden and clicked their tongue lightly. The python had become rather friendly in the short period of time, the creature extending outward from the shadows, darkened body twisting slowly as it begins to stretch towards her neck. The creature began to drape itself over her neck, wriggling and pushing itself around until it had settled in against their neck like a scaled-scarf. The muscular creature had looped itself once around her throat, its head on the same level as their jaw but the snake was a lot more slender than other snakes of its kind, signifying it as some form of juvenile with a lot of room to grow. It flicked its tongue in Balthazar's direction a few times curiously as Larkspur spoke up, answering his question, "Folke seems to have warmed up to me fast." They nodded in agreement to his assessment - she didn't know anything about assembling or planning drainage pipes so she'd have to concede to any advice he offered to her. So if he wanted to move the drainage towards a river or something. "Alright then," Larkspur agreed, leaning back slightly in the face of wooden stakes being tugged into the air then planted next to the circular stones. The wolf tilted her head, trying to imagine how it would look - potentially unrolling a thin mesh around the stakes, then maybe something on the top to keep out the taller grazers. Oh, but then she's have to consider for herself how to get inside because if it's completely fenced in then she shouldn't be able to pick the herbs... She shook her head, stepping back - she could decorate the fence, perhaps they could add a gate? "How will I get in? Should we add a gate of some sort - oh, okay." They blinked, slightly surprised that the vampire had left so quickly but got over it rather quickly. With a helpless flick of their ear, they ducked their head down, sinking their teeth into the edges of the posts and began dragging them into the spots they think would fit the best. Folke slithered further around their neck, squeezing a bit tighter in response to all of the movement but thankfully, not tight enough to be restrictive or suffocating. They dug at the spots a little, loosening enough of the soil for the post to not immediately fall over again before beginning the struggle to propping it up. Without telekinesis, they were stuck with using their teeth and paws to get it off the ground, then use their shoulder to begin pushing it the rest of the way vertical, edging it cautiously to the hole. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts. |
Success - Larkspur is able to set up all of the stakes on their own with minimal struggle and the only consequence being their exhaustion
Failure - Larkspur is only able to set up 4-5 of the stakes on their own, but the struggle and work of doing so is too much