Redhawk Caldera Rosebud

He agreed to accompany her after all and Wildfire shot him a quick, bright smile before leading him to the little garden plot. Only one corner remained untouched and she moved toward it, preparing to uproot the rest of the pathetic plants there as quickly as possible. Then the male's deep timbre arrested her and she looked up at him, amber eyes curious as he identified the birch and wild onion and spinach. At least one of those rung a bell—likely one of Raven's clever contributions—but the others were news to her.

"Should I leave them?" she wondered, taking a step back. They were the only survivors of her unearthing. The rest lay in the compost heap. "I was gonna replant the whole thing, 'cause the storm pretty much ruined it," she explained to Ashton, the tip of her black tail twitching to and fro. "You can help me find some new stuff to put in here, right?" He already seemed very knowledgeable.