Kethri ever so gently set Anselm on the ground, fluffing up her wings as she glanced through the trees. She made her way to a berry bush and plucked off a few, inspecting them to ensure they were good.

"Anselm," she called softly, "Can you find us some vegetables? Like black carrots or fruit?"

She grabbed a leaf and set the berries in it, humming softly, "We'll head back when we have enough."

She was acting strange. She was being nice. Why?

She didn't seem keen on answering that question, though, and quietly continued to collect the berries with her gnarled feet, staring at them for a few seconds in between collections. They were a sore subject.