Wild Berry Meadow sloe-eyed demon

the magnitude of dante's decision had come to roost uncomfortably betwixt lasher's shoulders. how would he keep the pack strong? hale? he had not led before in such a capacity. leaving behind the borders, the beta set a slow stroll for himself, his mind traveling to thoughts of tasking casmir with the exploration to the north. undoubtedly constantine would be jealous, and perhaps even eilidh, despite her satiation at remaining home. but out of the young trio, the youngest boy had proven his desire to be in tandem with that of the leadership.

the meadow had not been spared the wrath of the earlier storm, but the area, fragrant with late-ripening berries, had fared better than most of those affected. taltos moved quietly though the afternoon light, stopping to inspect a full-fruited shrub from time to time, though his appetite was not piqued.