Dragoncrest Cliffs A paradox with flies

wrap up? C:

"yeah, I'm sure you will," he responds. He isn't a competitive wolf, either, feeling no need to prove himself better than anyone else. Hux only wants to be of use to his pack, to be the best version of himself that he possibly can. The rust-colored girl finishes her job with speed and diligence, and Hux shows his approval by grinning and perking his ears.

"I'm about done here, too," he mumbles. "These rows are annuals and they'n all be pulled. Won't take more than a few minutes." They finish the garden, leaving a nice pile of pulled weeds, annuals, and trimmings beside the garden. "I'll take care of that," he says. The girl needn't worry about it... He planned to go through it searching for anything salvageable.

"Thanks for the help, Blix." He wears a grateful smile. "That would've taken me twice as long on my own. "