Johnno was proud of his fellow Fenroo for finally bringing the smog away from the land of Paitala.

He hadn't visited in a long while, and his old bones were longing to visit it once more. He took in a deep breath of the natural air as he stepped forward, smelling the fresh rain.

Once again, he was going to plant seeds in the newest area the smog has been cast from. It helped to keep his soul young, he thought. He couldn't just let his nephew and grand-niece have all of the fun with exploring.

Paitala's warm weather was also soothing on his fur. Perhaps he would visit more often after this trip for business, he thought. Maybe it would be nice to get reacquainted with the local sights and foods. That would be nice.

He had to focus on his job for now, though. Using his cane to help lead himself forward, he brought himself to a plain that was set aside for planting. All of the fields that he was going to plant these seeds in were already tilled by other Fenroo that had come before him - all he needed to do was to plant.

He carefully began to crouch, and then sit - he had to take care with it, as his back wasn't what it had used to be. Once he was down, though, it was easy. He could gently pull some of the dirt to the side, and then press one seed down into the soil.

He did this again, and again, and again. It was calming, in a way. Many Fenroo would agree that repetitive tasks were nice to do. Particularly ones that were helping a good cause. Even something as simple as planting a few seeds could make a great difference for the future generations.

The thought brought a smile to his face. If he could do a little now, then his nephew could do some more, and then his grand-niece... all of the generations helping the next.

He used his cane to slowly stand back up once he was done - now, he could enjoy the sights. A reward for a job well done.