Grouse Thicket Discovering fruits

Menta had to hold back another internal sigh. What good she would do with a poisoned wolf, she didn't know, but he wasn't entirely convinced that his corpse wasn't the reward she was after. Poisonous berries were real enough, she supposed, but the cream wolf had enough knowledge to steer clear of those -- fruit to her was just a delectable treat, and he seemed insistent on staying ignorant.

Another language, she explained patiently, the one I grew up speaking. While English was of use, it was the least often utilized in her birth pack. I'm sorry I can't remember the English word for it. If I ever knew it, she realized - that was also a potential. He seemed just as suspicious of Italian as he did her knowledge about melas, and she supposed that wasn't exactly helping her case for being trustworthy.

If you'd like, I can eat one to prove it's of no harm to you. Menta's tail wagged, pleased at the idea of this, although she made no move to get closer to him and his apple pile before gaining permission - he clearly needed slow moves to put him at ease.