Sun Mote Copse he took his vorpal sword in hand

Avery smiled as Sugar thanked her, then the sisters lapsed into a comfortable silence. In the absence of conversation, Avery could hear the soft sand and dirt churning beneath Sugar's paws, along with the gentle lapping of the water against her own legs. While Sugar busied herself with her digging, Avery peered into the murky depths of the river in search of more rocks to collect. She was picky about what she added to her compendium, but because she had found a pleasant-looking stone for Wildfire's grave, she hoped that she might find another attractive one to take home.

She glanced up when she heard Sugar speak, and looked in the direction that her sister indicated. She was studying some tall grass that was, curiously enough, growing out of the water instead of on land. Avery wasn't as into plantlife as her sister -- rocks were her jam, for some reason -- but she still cocked her head to one side and gave the reeds a curious look. "D-dunno," she replied, then gave a gasp as a water bug skated out from behind the blades of grass and skimmed across the surface.