Lost Creek Hollow All good things are wild & free

She seemed to take the female by surprise, and Harlyn's ears fell flat apologetically.  A laugh followed, bringing a smile to the alpha's muzzle.  The female explained she'd just been nervous about the berries she'd just been sampling.  Harlyn cocked her head at them, studying them for a moment before she turned and dropped her bundle of mint upon the ground in order to free her mouth for speech.

"You'll be alright with those," Harlyn reassured her as she lifted her head, "Brighter red in tighter bunches and you'd be feeling some real abdominal pain in a little while."  She paused to settle down onto her haunches.  "I'm Harlyn, I don't think we've had a chance to really meet yet," she said.  She certainly recognized the girl, her scent especially.  But she had yet to actually sit down and speak to her.