Seems the berries' aging has slowed momentarily, and frankly, she's fine with that. Fleetwood's more attached to them than she could ever convey. There aren't words, frankly, and she's not sure her actions could, either. But she wants as much time with them as possible, each and every one of those precious little sweethearts. And Pinesprings is shaping up to be the most like her. He's so confident and brave, and frankly, she's sure he'll make a great warrior or hunter. Depends on what he wants, really-- she'd support him through anything! But if he could be her little shadow, wouldn't that be so cute?

She nudges his shoulder, gently, as the sun crawls over the horizon. "Pine," she starts, "do you want to come with me on patrol today?" She'll make sure the route is even safer than usual. He's big enough to defend himself, but not trained. She could change that, she's sure.