Hemming smiled widely at her compliment, feeling proud at the thought that he might actually deserve it. He felt almost like a little child, kneeling in the dirt and learning from someone who had so much more experience and knowledge than he did. He tried to absorb the information she gave as precisely as possible, noting the frequency with which he should water the flower as the most important piece of information. The student nodded to show that he understood, and gently pushed a little of the dirt into the hole as she did. It was wonderful to have the little flower right at home in the earth.
He let her take his paws, and as she pushed them against the ground he stared at the flower absentmindedly, trying to memorize the feeling. Once the two wolves were done settling the flower in, Hemming would be, for the most part, on his own. He needed to remember the things she was telling him so that he may provide the flower with the best possible care. "Okay," he said gently, still trying his best to commit that exact feeling to memory. The earth was a little spongy, full but not saturated. He would have to find a little bucket to transport water in, at least if the rains gave up.
The gray wolf brought his gaze back up from the soil now, and stared happily at the yellow petals, streaked with faint lines of orange. He was still amazed by the immense beauty of the plant, so elaborate and bold in its form compared to the wildflowers he was familiar with. Hemming laughed heartily at her comment, and quipped, "Oh, good. I've always wanted children... little flower children." He looked back to Anu and added, "You'll come by and visit her often, won't you, Auntie Anu?"
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