Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

His words appeared to confuse her, expression nearly blank with her tail high and waving. Though barely a moment later, she began to laugh yet again. "Do you smell any markers? That should answer your question."

What an odd stranger she thought him to be. As if to prove her point, she skillfully reached her muzzle into a bush to take a branch of berries. They belonged to nobody but the bushes themselves as far as she was aware.

When she came across the area she had been rather excited by the site of it's clear abundance. She too had hoped to take her share.