Reed listened intently and nodded along as Larkspur revealed their ultimate goal behind growing the berries. Reed herself had been unsure if it was safe to eat them, so she waited until the other reached forward and began plucking them from the bush to join her. As she chewed on them, tasting them carefully, she found herself wondering how they might taste muddled together with a rum. 'I bet it would be soooo good' She felt as parched as Larkspur had been when it came to drink. Sailors were not meant to be sober.
She plucked off a mouth full of berries once more and chewed, listening to Larkspur explain why she was a lone wolf. She could understand setting out from one's home pack. She had done the very same thing (though not voluntarily at first!) as a castaway pirate. What she couldn't understand, however, was how Larkspur claimed they couldn't find anyone who wanted to stay with them. Unless there was some glaring flaw or trait Larkspur held, Reed found their company enjoyable enough. Of course, she had just met them. Maybe they farted in their sleep or something.
They went on to give the name of their sibling, Snapdragon. "If I meet a Snapdragon, I'll be sure to tell 'em you're alright. I'm sure they're fine their selves. After all, if you can survive it, that means there's hope." It was with this sort of optimism that Reed was able to endlessly push forward in life. "So what's your plan now? After you get all healed up, I mean." As she inquired, her emerald eyes scanned the higher terrain. She was looking for a suitable spot to make a den for Larkspur and to hunt from.
Perception:
Success: Finds a nice convenient bush with a half-dug burrow already present. Perfect!!
Failure: It's empty flat rocky terrain. Digging a den might not be the easiest task.