Dragoncrest Cliffs A paradox with flies

"Yeah? Okay, " he smiles warmly, sweeping his tail as his eyes wander the plot. He chews the corner of his lip thoughtfully, putting together in his mind the most efficient manner in which they can work together. "Mm, " he murmurs. "why don't you focus on the weeds, while I deadhead the perennials?" He shows her which of the plants are weeds; they are fairly easy to distinguish from the others. "If you can't pull them with your teeth, sometimes digging them out helps. We... Gotta try to get the roots, too."

The snowy wolf continues to swish his tail about as he sets about his portion of the work. Several moments pass, before he decides to break the silence by quenching his curiosity towards the girl. He knows that one of her mothers is missing and hopes that perhaps a little small talk might prevent her youthful mind from venturing to dark places. "What trade you going for?"