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The topic of budding, sprouts, fertility; these were all new subjects to her. She'd never met a wolf who specialized in such a feild of knowledge and she was rather impressed by it, taking in every word he said like a student to their mentor -- a sponge to water. Medicine and agriculture was not something she planned on specializing in anytime soon, for her heart belonged to the hunt and the hunt alone; the marks on her chest signified that. Still, it was always fun to be taught something she'd never knew before. And she appreciated how Holland took the time to explain it.

Luna took the time to plop down on her stomach, placing her head between her paws while that celestial teal stare remained fixated on the plowed ground. Her brows would then furrow as it suddenly occurred to her that yes, winter had come. So how would this affect his process of growth? "So will you be coming back every now and then to shovel away the snow?" The raven questioned, lifting her head back up to look at him until he answered.