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He watched her as she dug the hole for the plant she had in her hand and set it in… then covered it.
Wasn’t it fine where it was?
He automatically thought that it had been someplace cause it was a plant and plants stayed in the dirt to grow. That much he did know, but why would someone want to move it? At her question of who he was he looked at her a startled face. he automatically thought she would know him, but he forgot he wasn’t with his parents, they knew him, this pack didn’t. it made him feel a little sad….
My name is Denali ma’am.
He said quietly, staring at the dark grey shade of the plant, he wondered what interest someone could take in these things? He didn’t get too close, but he wanted to smell it. He sniffed the air a little, he smelled the freshly dug earth, as well as the plant roots which kind of smelled spicy, in a way, it was a nice smell, but he wasn’t going to dig up the work the woman made. He looked back at her, she rather white, white enough to be a cloud in the sky.
Who are you?
he asked a little more blunt than she did, her question was more curious, he did want to know who she was, but he was more interested in why she was putting plants all over.
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