Grouse Thicket Discovering fruits

You bite into it, the cream wolf called out with a grin.

Menta had been nosing about the area, intent forever on her desire to explore and figure out all of the lands, when she spotted a batch off fallen apples laying ahead. It seemed another wolf had discovered it first and wasn't quite sure what to make of it - nudging some around a bit, and getting startled when the apple made its sweet taste known to him. 

And if there was anything known to Menta, it was the delectable tastes of spices and fruits - enough that she felt comfortable enough to call out to this stranger, who apparently wasn't experienced in such joys. There was nothing so pure in life's litle wonders than different tastes and the cream wolf felt that every being could stand to be enriched by them. Such a feeling made her feel emboldened enough to take a few steps closer to this male, to pause her own interests and make sure that he could also appropriately experience something as wonderful as an apple.