Bramblepoint dry eyes, it's no surprise

the sweet tang of the berries is almost sickening to jr's sensitive nose.

but she pushes forth, steps only halting when the motion of a stranger catches and holds her eye.

he is large, scarred ... even from the distance between them and instantly towhee jr is on guard, hackles bristling.

would it not have been for him being in her direct line of sight, she might've missed his scent over the cloy of the berry bushes and did not hear him.

she makes a noise to alert him to her presence, a vibration that was more growl than it was anything else. a question posed bluntly in the noise: friend? or foe?

her gaze is trained upon him; hawkish and marksman sharp, intent on his body language.