Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

Cole moved with a measured step through the orchard, his gaze sweeping across the trees laden with fruit and the ground tangled with brambles and berry bushes. The crisp scent of alders mingled with the sweetness of ripened berries, tugging at his senses as he brushed past a stand of blackberries, a few snagging on his fur before he pulled free. This place felt more like an untamed garden than a forest, a quiet mix of abundance and thorny obstacles.

His path wandered slightly as he observed his surroundings, his ears twitching at the occasional bird call and the distant rustle of small creatures in the underbrush. There was something welcoming yet hard to navigate here; every step required careful footing, a pause to choose his way. He found himself tracing slow circles, as if feeling for the right direction, but keeping his pace light, letting the orchard draw him in as he moved forward.

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@Waawaashkeshi

The sunflower girl moved with a nearly impossible grace, navigating the brambles as though she had known them all her life. Always she seemed to be wandering, and today was no exception.

A man stood ahead; tall and strong. But his size did him no favours here. She let out an impish giggle as she watched him, sliding through the bushes until she found herself just behind the man.

"You look as though the bushes have taken revenge on you." She said. "Have you offended them?"

She seemed to speak nonsense. The question carried a teasing tone for the intentions were not genuine.

Cole turned, catching a glimpse of the woman’s radiant coat, like sunlight filtering through the dense brambles—golden, yet dappled with shades of blonde. The question caught him off guard, laced with a playful tone that didn’t quite fit the usual greetings he was used to.

Wouldn’t be the first time, he replied, his voice rough but not unfriendly. He swept a few of the lingering bramble thorns from his coat, feeling as if he’d wandered into her territory, right down to the berries he’d thought about taking.

Guess I’ve gone an’ trespassed, haven’t I? Thought I could borrow a bite, he added, with a slight tilt of his head, a wry glint in his eyes acknowledging her light-hearted accusation.

His words appeared to confuse her, expression nearly blank with her tail high and waving. Though barely a moment later, she began to laugh yet again. "Do you smell any markers? That should answer your question."

What an odd stranger she thought him to be. As if to prove her point, she skillfully reached her muzzle into a bush to take a branch of berries. They belonged to nobody but the bushes themselves as far as she was aware.

When she came across the area she had been rather excited by the site of it's clear abundance. She too had hoped to take her share.

Cole huffed, drawing in a long sniff to try to get his bearings, though he couldn’t make much sense of it. Don’t know tooth from claw right now, he admitted, a hint of amusement mixed with exasperation. There was a tangle of scents here, a bustle of wolves in the recent air, but he couldn't tell one trail from the next. Too many, too layered. Too many folk gatherin' for that hunt.

His gaze drifted to the way she dipped her muzzle into the bush, taking a branch of berries with practiced ease. She was at home here, no doubt about it. He felt like an outsider, stumbling through territory he couldn’t read, while she moved like she owned it—or like it welcomed her, at the very least.

If these berries belong to no one, I’ll just follow your lead, he said, nodding toward her, a touch more sure-footed now.

Her tail waved gently as the man spoke, her eyes fixed on his. She practiced little caution, as though they had known each other their whole lives. Eating a portion of the berries she then tossed them to his paws.

"Your muzzle won't fit - if you came for the berries you can eat what I take." She was difficult to decipher. Were her words intended to be cruel, or was it brutal honesty? Did they carry any intention at all?

Raising her muzzle she took in the surrounding scents. He was right, it was nearly overwhelming, but for one who had followed the trails of other's her whole life the path was quick to become clear.

Cole’s eyes followed her movements with keen interest, his gaze steady as the berries landed at his paws. He’d been holding out for the small taste she offered, and the moment they arrived, a low hum of satisfaction escaped him. He dipped his muzzle to savor the sweet, tart burst, each bite as refreshing as he’d hoped.

As he lifted his head, his curiosity piqued, he studied her—so at ease and forthright, like they’d known each other longer than these fleeting moments. Mighty kind of you, he said, his tone warm but edged with something unspoken. Haven’t caught your name yet. Where’d you wander in from?

He asked for her a name, and for the first time she hesitated.

"Waawaashkeshi. I came to the hunt with the Moonglow wolves." She responded, staring momentarily before continuing her trek. "Will you tell me yours?"

She wondered if he may be a pack wolf, and what sort of home he lived in. Her tail resumed it's waving as she slipped through the bushes.

Cole watched her with a keen interest, his head dipping in a slight nod as he let her name settle in. Waawaashkeshi, he repeated, the sound unfamiliar but intriguing on his tongue.

Name’s Cole, he replied, a faint smile curling at the edges of his mouth. Just joined up with Bearclaw Valley, tryin’ to get my bearings out here. He scratched the ground idly with his paw, his tone easy and welcoming. Don’t know much about these parts or the packs nearby—figure I’ll be learnin’ as I go.

There was a warmth in his gaze, mingled with a healthy respect for her. This new place held its mysteries, and he was more than willing to let Waawaashkeshi be one of them for now.