Bramblepoint your lips move, but i can't hear what you say

Despite the likelihood of it not turning out well for her, Fennec did settle on looking for some herself as well.  Never claim she wasn't down for the work too.  

No thorns, but she did find a nice thick patch of brambles.  Only a few got matted in her coat as she felt for a space to grab, then tugged them free and began to drag the tangled mess towards her garden.  Now that she thought about it.... she should have pulled the roots too.  Put the actual bush there.  She kept the thought in her head for next year, after this year's defenses probably withered away.

Her newfound assistant-for-hire was back and seemed successful too.  Fennec felt for the edge and pulled the brush to it, then began to carefully spread it.

Plants I don't want anyone getting into,  She said.  And that they'll regret getting into too.  Her smile was a little dark.  So I wouldn't touch any of them.  She'd need to work out some sort of entryway for herself.  Maybe a safe spot to grab, one only she knew about, to part the brambles?