Bramblepoint It comes in waves, the letting go

Today she searched for the other garden. After her conversation with Towhee, she'd settled on the same method she'd used here, and there were plenty of thorns in the southern part of the ravine for her to use. She'd gathered a few (and had the scratches to show for it) but would worry about the rest when she'd relocated them. Who knew if anything was even left?

This one was harder to find. She'd spent less time in it, for the first part, and it was smaller and well concealed. The bramblepoint was full of brush and tangled undergrowth in places, and finding the right batch of thorns was proving to be more difficult than she thought.

Shit. Fennec pulled her nose out and winced, rubbing the sting against her foreleg. Alright, maybe literal poking around wasn't the method here. But where the hell was it?