This was one of the most satisfying things about being a gardener: being able to pick the plants that Patience had nursed from seedlings and know that they would be put to use. She worked diligently, and was nearly done when she heard rain starting to patter on the leaves above her, though none of it was dripping down to her yet.
Rain was good, rain would water the new seedlings she was planting. Whether fluxweed actually turned out better when planted on the full moon, she didn't know, but it had become a tradition, of sorts; a beginning and an ending for the plant in one night. It seemed appropriate.
Unfortunately, rain also disguised the sound of the wolf until it was close. Patience started at the sound of something running through the underbrush, rising quickly to her feet and raising her wand, scanning the darkness around her.
She wasn't quite done, and she would have preferred not to Apparate away just yet, but she wasn't going to stay if there was a dangerous animal about. It wasn't necessarily dangerous, though: she was completely silent, waiting for a sign that she was in more danger, or that she was safe.