Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

Bits of dirt and even one or two petals clung to her back as she had just gotten up. She continued to look at the squished bug for a second, a plain brown beetle that grossed Maera out to the point the tip of her toungue made a brief appereance as she grimaced in disgust. She had not realized she wasn't alone, so when the other's voice rumbled in greeting, Maera turned her head brusquely to find him.

Like a flower, or rather a tree because of his size, laid the stranger, who seemed to have just sprouted from the ground. "Oh hey" she barked, her hazel eyes noting the contrast between the creamy color that covered his body and the brightness of his face. She wondered how long he had been there, and how long he was staying. It wasn't that she wanted solitude, not now anyways, but she thought it would help to know if the man lived around here. Since her re-entrance to the Wilds she had not encountered any pack. Yes, she had met Terence and had learned of the Moonspire but that was only through his mouth. 

Maera was starting to feel the need to map out the places she visited and with them, her options.