He leaves the safety of the cave wearing a pair of brown pants in need of stitches. He doesn't know how to so so, and doesn't wear them that much besides. The other blanket is still thrown over his shoulders like a beach towel. It takes him longer to reach where the berries are because he's walking on two legs instead of four.<br/><br/>After about forty five minutes, he returns back to the gave with a good amount of red, ripe sweet  berries and a few earthy tasting roots that take a bit to chew. He had ate as he worked, but the taste didn't come close to the taste of fresh meat. He would have to go hunting later to see if luck favored him. Perhaps he could catch a few more rabbits and other small animals. He lays his gathers in front of her before going to sit by the fire again. "So are you going to roam again?," he asks, tipping his head in curiosity.