Wild Berry Meadow Island breeze and lights down low

Celephais hardly even tasted the berries as they soared over her tongue and down her gullet. She chomped them frantically, intent on filling her stomach with them to make up for the lack of meat that came with being alone most of the time. By no means was she starving, but Celephais had definitely seen fuller days. She wasn't bothered too much by it yet, but autumn was only just beginning in these lands. There was plenty of time for her to experience real hunger. Until then, she would stuff her face with anything in sight just to ward off the inevitable for one more day.

She wasn't sure if she spotted Raven's head or heard her voice first, but either way, the reaction was the same: Celephais' ears pricked fully upright and she pulled her head backward on her neck to lean away with wide, shocked eyes. Who was this glossy, neatly groomed creature, and how had she snuck up on her so easily? The yearlings' cheeks puffed out with half chewed berries and she slowly slid her tongue back into her mouth as she considered the smiling wolf around the corner.

"Ehhhhm," she muttered with her mouth full, then gulped down her mouthful of berries (only elder berries, lucky for her) and thumped her tail on the ground several times. Her muzzle was sticky with berry juice but Celephais didn't even spare a second to clean up. She was already a complete bedraggled mess next to Raven anyway. "Hi to you! Where'd you pop up from?"