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It's good to be back, he adds with a weak tail-swish. This is not a lie; Hux loves his seaside home, and he loves it quite a bit more than Trigeda. The lands are still fairly new, but they are his home nevertheless, despite the fact that he bares the lowest rank possible now.

Though her demeanor doesn't show it, Hux wonders if the girl is angry with him for returning without Wildfire. He tried to empathize with her, and unfortunately he feels that he would harbor resentment towards someone who had disobeyed orders and left his mother in a distant pack. But he tries not to think about that too much. After all, he cannot read her thoughts.

mmm... he hums thoughtfully whilst gazing at the soil. A blanket of fallen, rotting leaves covers the surface, with only a few bald spots here and there where the dirt peaks out.

I need to clear these leaves and stuff. Rotting bark, twigs. They suffocate the earth, he says, glancing at the tawny girl. his voice teaching gently, without arrogance or condescension. The soil has to see as much of the sun as possible, even in winter. Fresh air, too. He gets to his feet and begins digging at the debris covering the garden plot. You wanna help again?