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Raven missed the subtle adoration in Ceara's face, but not her enthusiasm for the topic. The alpha thought on her question and then nodded. "It'd be a lot of work but totally worth it, I think. And that does make a lot of sense. I don't know why some plants like sun more than others...maybe they're kinda like us in that way. Some wolves thrive in the heat, while others don't." It was an interesting thought. She'd never given much consideration to the unique preferences of plant species. Perhaps she'd never put much stock into the notion that plants were more than just inanimate objects that were there for others' purposes. Then again, some parallels could be drawn between that perspective and the perspective with which some people viewed others. She didn't ever want to be the type of leader who looked at her followers in that way.

Hmm. Interesting food for thought. She looked at Ceara with renewed admiration -- not only for the thoughtful qualities the she-wolf possessed but also for the skill with which she'd managed to successfully distract Raven from her earlier sorrow -- and, with a calm waving of her tail, asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"