Otter Creek Break the cycle.

Kendra watched the male turn. Her pale eyes on the male with a certain interest. This male was very food driven she noticed. After she had spoken he had even turned his head around. Kendra quicked up her lips lightly before dropping them again. It felt like a bit of a victory. The girl realized that she was not totally antisocial and absorbed with her plants.

She had used blueberries and lavender for her purple dye and she knew where to find them inside of the territory but outside. She looked around with an attentive eye. The young female then started to head off into a direction without saying a word, just a glance. She was quite peculiar at times. Kendra kept her eyes squinted lightly as she nosed around the riverbank to then turn towards the bushes. She tried to catch this fruity smell and it didn't take long for her to find some blueberries. She grabbed a branch with her teeth and tipped her head, branch snapping like a rabbit's neck. She placed it by her feet on the ground. "Blueberry."