Bounceberry had been pawing at the dirt, gazing off into the thick of the forest, lost in thought, perhaps? His legs were long, spindly, they'd almost be described as dainty if he weren't covered in bits of plant and pine needles. His ears perked up, and it even seemed like a bit of gloom dispersed from his eyes when Brackenfire approached. He gave a relieved sigh, moving to sit down. The lanky tom seemed so scatterbrained; he took a moment to collect his thoughts.

"It's g-good to see you...I appreciate you...uh, talking with me," he rose his head, making an attempt at eye contact, "I've been well- comparatively... not ripped to shreds by our all holy leader, at least..."

He swept his paw against the dirt a few times, kicking up some dust that carried away into the wind, "You've b-been...good, I presume? Y-you look healthy, at the very least..."