Bramblepoint berrypicker

The green-eyed woman approached with confidence despite her daintier size and build. Nisus maintained a neutral posture, head level with his shoulders and tail hanging loosely to brush his hocks. The place didn’t smell claimed as such, but Nisus had little interest in vying for dominance over a forest of berries – as tasty as they were. If the stranger chased him from this place, he would go without complaint.

But she didn’t make any moves to drive him from the edges of the fruit forest. She seemed more curious than anything as she asked who he was.

“I’m..”

The temptation was to say nobody, but something stopped the lone male from giving that as a response. In the grand scheme of things Nisus was a nobody – he had had no great impact here, after all – but he had been a nobody for too much of his life. Here, he wanted to make a difference.

“Nisus. I’m Nisus.” His ears splayed slightly, his muzzle dipping. “And you?”