She has learned tracking from Linnea, and easily recognizes the pawprints of foxes - larger and small, and some old and new. Mostly around a particular spreading bush back there that is covered with little purple-black berries. Fewer now, at least where the animals can reach.
"Huckleberry-berries. Fox friends eat anything. They do not eat Bink. Or you." He adds, thoughtfully. "You are bigger and stronger. You could eat berries though, but then there is less for fox and little fox-fox."