Cedar Sweep Half Algorithm, Half Deity

hehe <3

A low chuckle escaped him, rough and edged with pain, as he let his leg drop back to the ground, a grimace flashing across his face. No, not these, he muttered, tone dry but amused.

Bright red, almost glowing, he continued, voice dropping conspiratorially. They grow on bushes with leaves like needles—almost like pine, but the color’s wrong, a bit too bright. There’s a small hole in each berry where you can see the seed tucked inside. You'll know them if you see them.

The dog's eyes narrowed as his gaze shifted down to Beau’s paws. Just take a branch, if you can manage it. He shifted, sitting up with a grunt, dove forepaw searching around for a strip of hide beside him. He held it out to Beau, his eyes sharp and serious beneath the faint humor that still lingered. I suggest you don't touch them.