Another of a kind

Me? Beautiful? She looked around, as if he was talking to someone else. But there was no one there. "Well, I was looking here. It seems to me there's a lot of life here, so there must be some berries." She jumped into the bushes, the twigs snagging at her fur. She didn't really mind though. It was the wild after all. 'Only the strongest survives' is what her father had always reminded her. But the only thing that ticked her off was having her fur molted. The stickiness was very annoying. She looked back at Jasper to see if he would join her.