Totoka River krebs cycle

The silk-spun wolf's smile indicated pleasure, and so, too did Starbuck's lips part in a smile. You like it then, Lucienne? she asked, voice bright and eyes alight with amusement. She was pleased that her chosen name was so well received. 

They set off towards the trees, Starbuck a few paces behind Lucienne, until her companion slowed to walk shoulder to shoulder. There was hardly a gap between them, their fur brushing together. Starbuck relished the closeness, for she was a very tactile creature and always longed for touch. It was not long until they arrived at their destination, a blade-leafed bush laden with dark blue berries. Lucienne wasted no time in plucking one ripe berry from its bush, and trusting Starbuck did the same, grasping a berry with her teeth and pulling until it snapped from its housing. Then she bit delicately, and gasped at the burst of flavor that washed over her tongue. Oh, Lucienne! These are wonderful, she exclaimed, quickly reaching out to take another, and another. Is it bad to eat too many? Perhaps I got carried away. But oh, they are so delicious! Her tail whipped behind her, occassionally smacking into her friend in its frenzied excitement.