Great Bear Wilderness silence of siberia

Movement caught Junior's eye and she glanced up in time to see a crow or raven or blackbird—she really didn't know the difference—perch atop the yew's thick shrubbery. Beyond her initial glance, she paid the bird no mind. Carefully, she continued to pluck the blood red berries off the bush and sort them into a pile, stopping only when she realized there was no way she could transport them all back home.

Ceasing and desisting, Osprey dropped thoughtfully to her rump, contemplating some way to get the small batch of fruit back to the plateau. Perhaps she could find a leaf large and broad enough that she could wrap them inside it and carry it, like a package? That seemed like something an Outrider would do: make a delivery. The thought made her smile. But the pup didn't know how on earth she would go about bundling it together like that.

Still, it was worth a try. Rising onto all fours again, the pup moved away from her harvest, padding deeper into the woods in search of a tree that bore large leaves.