Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

Anselm watched as a pair of puppies sailed past — when he looked back, he caught Druid’s eye and silent nod. 

Like her, he was noticing how large they’d gotten. Their proportions were all over the place, it was comic. He found it hard to believe in just a months time they’d begin accompanying them on hunts. 

His attention slid back to Druid. Anselm recalled their last meeting and how graciously she’d fielded his sudden defensiveness. Did she know? His gaze narrowed, and he reminded himself there was nothing to know. Because he wasn’t — you know. 

He cleared his throat and between a chorus of puppy yips called to her.  Vhen vill you move them?