Ruk was busy surveying their new elongated plot, raking the soil in sections with her taloned feet. Without looking at them she mimicked a balloon being inflated and then popping as Light and Senjen spoke.

“Y-y-yes.” Pclendafuun answered Senjen’s eventual question. Light looked at him, stunned. Eventually the Tindrel elaborated.

“We c-could c-construct an underground bulwark topped with biocidal soil over halfway, and then defend it. Plants that propagate runners would be beneficial.”

“Are we allowed to build over halfway?” Light asked eagerly

“I did not hear anything forbidding it.”

“Erm… We should get a move on.” Ruk scratched her head as a shower of seeds landed on their plot from another drone.