Mass places the watered plants next to a particularly large bush. He examines his offering, seeing the leaves budded and drenched with water and the roots too. Good enough hopefully. He then promptly steps away from the bush and back to his spot.
"........" Wait. It occurs to Mass that Spectre probably doesn't know what to do with the plants. Fuck.
He's been caring for the dilophosaurus ever since their home has been destroyed by a violent flood, Mass risking his life to go back into rising waters to save Spectre and the dilo's friend and child. Alongside his own pack, they've been searching for refuge to wait out the day they can finally r