Dragoncrest Cliffs A paradox with flies

Hux was not the best judge of age, although he realized only after he had addressed her as "little one, " she was approaching, or even beyond adolescence. Fortunately she did not seem offended, although he noted that he should not treat her as a child, even though she remained far smaller than he. The snowy wolf was pleased by her curiosity, pulling another weed before proceeding to explain the process.

"uh, there are a few weeds, dead and alive, that have to be removed. The annual plants - the ones that only live one year - come out too. And the rest, they have to be trimmed back." He shrugged his lean shoulders. "It prepares the soil for Spring. Then, more can be planted... You can help me, if you want." he invited with a swish of his long, silky tail. "But... Only if you want to. " He was not her parent and saw no need to force her, wearing a mild expression.