Fenrir dug at the ground with his front left hoof, plucking the last seed from his hand once the hole was deep enough. He knelt once he was satisfied with the hole, dropped the seed in, and covering it with his hands, having to shuffle his lower body back a little to do so. Fenrir wasn't actually much of a farmer, he was only planting seeds because he was worried there wouldn't be enough food, so planting radishes, carrots and lettuce, as well as potatoes, was worth the hours of monotonous hole digging.
Once that was all done, he stood, shaking off, before making his way towards the nearest stream or lake, he needed to wash the dirt out of his coat and from his hands, and get a drink as well. Once that was all done and over with, he shook off, front legs splaying out a little as he did, he'd always been amused by that, he knew it was more a foal thing, but he'd never grown out of it.
He would have bolted off to his home if he hadn't spotted the deertaur a little further round the lake. Being social wasn't normally something he was fond on, hell he wasn't really part of a herd, he just kind of wandered around and spoke to others in their herds and groups, and shared what he had with them in return for them doing the same.
Upon approaching the other taur, his fluffy tail twitched a little, like it usually did when he was about to start conversation. "Hey." Here's to hoping he hadn't blindsided the poor deertaur, and he'd seen Fenrir coming, a goat his size wasn't exactly common. "Aint seen you here before, you new or am I losin my mirthful blessing of sight?"