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Embry nodded vigorously. "Those brambles are always a big pain." He commented, shouldering aside a few to make a spot for the female. He felt very happy to have somebody in the pack he could talk to. It made him feel more like everyone else. Together we're not alone. His thought, though seemingly quite obvious, held a lot of meaning to Embry. His past siblings had always kept him company, but even then he'd felt alone. He looked over at Kareja as she was searching and grinned.

     "I'm not seeing any other seeds." He said after a few more minutes of brushing past brambles and pulling them out of his fur. "Planty's a loner for now." He glanced back at the mound of dirt as if it might somehow disappear. He felt very protective of it now, no matter how childish it felt. "He'll produce more seeds himself someday, won't he?"