Patlin was tickled by the wolf's generosity. There was something so delicious about showing up and being invited to take. They trotted happily down a furrow in the foliage that may have once been a winding path, pausing here and there to sniff the garden's offerings. Duskorna had many things, accomplished herbalists among them, but Patlin would be the first to admit that they didn't have much variety in the way of gardens.
A small black beetle trundled across their path. With a few quick, gauging glances between the gardener and the insect, they ducked to snap it up, momentarily adding a chorus of crunches to their stroll.
"I'll confess," Patlin said, delicately flipping a leaf with the back of one paw to inspect the underside, "I'm not much of a...connoisseur when it comes to, ah, vegetation." They looked up at the wolf. "If I were to take one thing from here, what would you recommend?"
A small black beetle trundled across their path. With a few quick, gauging glances between the gardener and the insect, they ducked to snap it up, momentarily adding a chorus of crunches to their stroll.
"I'll confess," Patlin said, delicately flipping a leaf with the back of one paw to inspect the underside, "I'm not much of a...connoisseur when it comes to, ah, vegetation." They looked up at the wolf. "If I were to take one thing from here, what would you recommend?"