Ocean's Breath Plateau blueberry

Carl was, of course, nearby. Despite how much he screeched and screamed about his sister being close and either looking at him or breathing too closely, he would also throw a full fit if she was out of his sight.

It was a complicated life.

So he was right at her flank in a second when she fell, hovering over her with wide, bulging eyes. Carlisle fumbled over his own paws as he circled around his sister like a circling vulture, only keeping his feet by the grace of some unseen god.

After a few circles, he would stop. Stare. And reach out with his muzzle to try and gently push his sister over, his method of “helping”.