Helena nodded. "We've already picked an entire patch of roseberries clean, I'm afraid. Hopefully it'll bounce back from all of our interferance." She turned to glance back at the stream, the odd waddling of an unfish caught her eye from the corner. "Hey, want to see one of the bizarre looking fish that live in the stream? They eat the mirkweed, we think. That's the only areas we ever see them." She pointed out the sleak body of the tentacled water creature as it moved once more.