Emberwood hellbender

Phox watched Masque's reaction with amusement. He couldn't say it was the best way to test these things, only that it was the way he knew how. He really couldn't blame them for not being particularly jazzed about the idea. And hey, if Phox could pass down some of that information to the younger generation, that would be good, right? Sure, Masque wasn't his kid, but they were young enough to be, and Phox would never shy away from a little bit of mentoring whenever possible.

He noted that Masque picked up on the subtlety of choosing the ripe berries from the bush, too. While the lighter ones were edible, and probably wouldn't make them vomit or shit themself, they were even more tart and just... not as good, in Phox's opinion. He always went for the more tender, darker ones.

Masque's comment surprised him, and Phox really wasn't sure if that was true. I dunno if you could survive on them, but they really do help tide you over for a day or two, he said. Blackberries are the most common and abundant around this time of year, he added. Mushrooms are poppin' now, and they're a decidedly different sort of thing. They tend to grow on dead trees. Not just fallen ones, either. Gotta keep an eye out for that bright red color.

Phox scanned their surroundings, then began to move, eyes wandering back and forth as he tried to spot a chicken of the woods.