Wild Berry Meadow Island breeze and lights down low

Celephais. It was an unusual name, though not unpleasant to the ear. Raven had certainly heard stranger ones. Her own seemed somewhat plain in comparison, and -- remembering her manners this time -- she swallowed her mouthful of berries before replying, "Raven." A few more berries went down the hatch before she commented, "I would ask if you're from a pack around here, but as hungry as you are, I'm guessing not?" Then again, she herself had been half-starved to death only a few short weeks ago. But generally, she knew that pack wolves tended to be better-fed than wanderers. She smiled at the girl, suddenly feeling a blob of berry goop slide down the side of her face. A quick swipe of her paw took care of it, and for the briefest of moments, she was glad that her coat was black -- all the better to hide the berry stains!