Bramblepoint the soul felt its worth

Today Raven ventured into the neighboring forest to seek pine cones, specifically, in order to harvest whatever sap they might contain. She intended to store it to be used as an adhesive. Truth be told, she didn't know if the scaly objects contained any of the sticky fluid. She would hopefully find out soon.

As she bumbled through the forest, she couldn't help but think of Wildfire and her sister's allergy to pine cones. Luckily, neither she nor Nightjar had ever shown the same vulnerability. It left the black she-wolf wondering about how that worked. Was the sensitivity genetic? Had either Peregrine or Fox ever exhibited a similar allergy? If not, where on earth had it come from?

She found a copse of conifers and beneath them lay a veritable spread of cones. Raven began to sniff along the carpet of pine needles, enjoying the spicy fragrance as she began to gather the weird, overgrown seeds into a pile. She was very glad she didn't share her sister's anaphylactic response.