Wild Berry Meadow for science!

His eyes narrowed as Cicero snapped the berry up, expecting him either to be fine or keel over. The other male announced that they were in fact poisonous. Now Amos really expected him to kick the bucket. His confusion was explained as the male futher elaborated that a large quantity was needed for the poison to effect him.

Amos heard his voice again, turning to return his gaze. "A home?" He chuffed lightly -- he didn't have a place to call home. "I am a lone wolf. I'd say my home changes maybe...twice every week." Amos responded, glancing around the grassy meaddow. If he had not encountered anyone, Amos would've passed through here without batting an eye.

He turned his thoughts back to the conversation. "So, where do you come from?" He assumed it wasn't here, since the other male smelled different.