Bramblepoint caught in the middle

The freckled white wolf earned a grin as Menta looked over her shoulder from the latest prize. Berry picking had put the Ryūjin member in a good mood, and looking ridiculous was the least of her concern with all of these blooming fruits. You look like you haven't had enough berries, she teased, wagging her tail that finally got a glance over.

Ah, she thought. That was the image of the wolf she was currently presenting. Her family had always wished she had taken more pride in one of the few cream coats of the pack, but Menta found that keeping diligent care got in the way of more fun things. Perhaps this white male was in the same state of thought as they - she couldn't see any spurts of juice over his pelt at all, although she thought the natural freckles added a nice touch.

As if she hadn't put herself in a ridiculous enough position, Menta took the opportunity to whip her head to her rear end and tug at a few of the offending tail burrs. Do you live around here? she asked between yanks, ears pointed in his direction while making quick work of what seemed to be the start of a long task.