Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

She ended up lapping up the entire cluster of berries, then plucking a few more from the branches. She enjoyed the taste, though Wildfire stopped after a few on account of the overwhelming sweetness. She licked her stained chops, then turned from the bush, prepared to continue her explorations. A drink sounded good too. Her diet was made up solely of meat, so she wasn't sure she liked this saccharine aftertaste lingering in her mouth.

The fur on the back of her neck suddenly rose and Wildfire paused, golden eyes narrowing as they scanned her surroundings. She felt like she was being watched, just like that day with Elwood. Based on that experience, Wildfire knew to trust her instincts. Her muscles stiffened and she lowered her head even as her tail raised a few notches to stick out like a bristly bottle brush. Her large ears twisted, straining to capture any sounds, even as her eyes and nose continued to scour the immediate vicinity.