Wild Berry Meadow Black wings and silky feathers

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Whether or not her children followed her or not, she went into the meadows surrounding the Woods, her trusted old fox pelt in her may, already stuffed with fern leaves for wrapping. There would not be many berries or flowers as of yet, but she would be sure to capitalize on those that had blossomed to quickly restock her store.

The woman approached the meadow, her singular eye peeking out into the expanse of thorns and bushes, darting about in search of any ripe prospects. Instead, a gliding feather caught her eye's attention, and she looked up to the dark bird perched overhead, smirking at its dark glossy form, its intent clear. Are you from the Woods? She asked, unfamiliar with this specific bird. She knew most of them, or at least, she told them apart as best she could.