Grouse Thicket Discovering fruits

He seemed to shut down any attempts she made to explain both the mela or the reason why she called it such, and Menta began regretting walking up into his line of vision. It did not seem that he cared for such company - or the fruit, really - and she found herself lacking in how to help him with either. It would be undoubtedly impossible to lighten his mood by a stranger, and the cream wolf had never been the best at small talk.

And it seemed clear to her that he was getting agitated by her presence - his docked tail was stiffly held as upright as it would go, and he never released the tension his muscles displayed. My apologies for interrupting your discovery, Menta said in her low voice, trying to smooth over whatever perceived offense she had caused. I can take my leave.

With that, the cream wolf turned around to make good on her suggestion. The apples around here could be chewed on another day - since clearly he wasn't going to be doing much of it - and the lands she wanted to explore reached far beyond this place.