It had come as something of a surprise to hear that he would be allowed to garden on the estate. Scott had seemed as uncertain as to the temperament of the pack as he, himself, had been and while it was comforting to know they were both blind and stumbling it had left him unsure of his place. Perhaps his master felt the same way? It couldn't have been an easy thing to be driven out from the only home he had known and thrust into a world he barely understood. They were rather alike in that way, he supposed. What did he know about werewolves that did not come from a book, or from the mouths of vampires?
These were the thoughts that occupied him while he strolled leisurely along the path to the garden, admiring the scenery along the way. Alcuin had been taking advantage of the freedom his master had given him with regard to exploring the grounds more often, although he had never strayed quite this far from their little cabin before. He tried not to think about how far away his master was from him if something were to go awry, or how very alone he was on the path. Anafiel had never allowed him to go anywhere without an escort or a chaperone.
Although, if the lovely meandering tune he heard upon entering the garden was anything to judge by, he would not be nearly as alone as he had previously thought. “Hello?” He listened carefully for a moment and tried to follow the distant melody to its source, winding his way around freshly planted and full grown vegetation alike until caught sight of a young lady kneeling over a small hole in the soil. “Ah, there you are,” Alcuin smiled brightly. “I thought I heard someone singing. I am glad to see that I was not mistaken; I would have felt very foolish indeed.”