Wild Berry Meadow Island breeze and lights down low

Manners, schmanners, thought Celephais as she chomped another cluster of berries from the bushes and noisily gulped them down. Hell, if it was meat, wouldn't they both be slurping on intestines and macerating kidneys without a second thought for their behaviour? Shady Vale's banquets had always been even messier and darker than the average wolf's chow down, so Celephais had learned from the best how to be the worst eater ever.

"Sesphase," she tried to say through a slurry of berries and juice, then repeated: "Celephais," after swallowing thickly. She paused for a moment from massacring dozens upon dozens of innocent berries to peer around at her companion, noting Raven's sleek black coat. It was darker even than her own. "What's yours?" she asked after sparing a moment to clumsily lick berry remnants from her lips.