[Amando]

Amando's still not certain of his place around here. He spent the first week or so hashing out his feeling with the trees, and he's not even technically in the pack, he doesn't think? Sure, Aioli let him in, only because he's such a mess the guy felt bad turning him away. To show his appreciation, he's been-- you guessed it-- tending the garden. It's sort of his thing, talking to and taking care of plants. He hopes this isn't stepping on toes, but if Borogrove didn't skin him for it, he'll probably be okay.

Someone ran through here with a warthog recently, it seems. He missed that mess, and doesn't know the guy to feel sorry for his passing, but there are plants to be fertilized, and doggone, a refugee's got nothing better to do.

(Is that what he is now? Is that the best an ex-Leader/Officer/Assassin/Loner can do? Tough crowd.) He's weeding a patch of lavender, paying no mind to his surroundings whatsoever. Wow, isn't that just asking for it?

[Aesop]

     Tiny footfalls through soft grasses don't deliver much sound, and neither does someone his size-- even if he tries. That is far from the first thing on the fox's mind, however, as he makes his way to the herb garden in the magenta morning. Aesop never knew Wheatley personally, fervently tending to his rank duties for the short time he's been here, and he's hollowing regretful of the missed opportunity, but there's nothing to be done for it now. All he can help is the living, and if that means handling the day-to-day while his packmates grieve, so be it.

     He had not considered that someone else would have beaten him to it. Aesop pauses his approach, head tilted as he watches the stranger weed. What a kind gesture, he considers, before announcing the sentiment. "Thank you, for that."

[Amando]

He jumps like a jackrabbit, inadvertently trampling some of his own work. "Oh, shoot," Amando mutters, seeing what he's done. The timbre tries to lift a broken lavender stem with a paw, sighing in resignation, ears back when he turns to the fox, self-conscious. "Ah... Sorry about that."