Swiftcurrent Creek Frostfall

She grinned. ”We’ll look for raspberries,” she paused, wondering if he had ever learned what they were. ”They’re bright, red berries that grow on bushes. Fish like things that’re colorful.” They had some bushes in the territory, in a sunny field about a thirty minute walk from where they were. ”The berries grow on bushes that like to grow in the sunshine—have you ever seen these bushes?” She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had. They were located in a high-traffic area of the territory, along a worn path that lead to the creek.