Wild Berry Meadow Island breeze and lights down low

Celephais' mood as she progressed across the sprawling flatlands, with its straggling patches of woodland, was carefree. Compared to the doom and gloom of the forested vale of her origin, this wide open valley was radiant despite the clouds overhead. She couldn't help associating it with positive things: sunshine, warmth, prey, and family. Real family, not the sort of crazy kooks she'd grown up with. Celephais was probably as crazy as the rest of those wolves deep down, and she did believe in the same monsters they did, but she had a very different outlook on the world. She appreciated the openness of the flatlands and found beauty in even the pebbles strewn about the banks of rivers and streams.

She smelled the berries before she saw them, but when she crested a hill and found an incredible field of bushes spread out on the other side, Celephais wagged her tail and grinned. She loved berries, and since coming inland she had lost all of her sickness from traveling down the coast. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn't had a solid meal for a while and that dessert before dinner was a really bad idea, but the yearling did what yearlings did best: ignored her better sense.

She barreled down the hill in excited leaps and bounds and fell upon the nearest plump cluster dark berries, completely heedless of what type of berries they might be. The only berries she knew of were the edible kind, after all!

@Raven