Wild Berry Meadow Sweet is subjective

She smiled when he said his name, sitting up fully to give him her full attention. Howl....It was a straightforward type of name, one that was probably used a lot yet she had never met or heard of anyone with that name. "My name is Awinita, It mean Little Fawn." she introduced with a quick grimace that she tried to hide from him by ducking her head. Little Fawn....it made her sound like child that was helpless to defend herself. In all honesty Awinita wasn't much of a fighter,she tended to rely on running away which so far had gotten her out of every problematic scenario she had gotten herself into.


"I can see that, you did bring me some berries as a gesture of peace after all" She nodded in agreement when he told her not to be wary of him, her eyes glimmering with amusement. She wondered what he was doing by himself in a field with berries when it was so close to winter. She honestly needed to start finding herself a pack to settle with for the winter, otherwise she'd starve and die. "So Howl....did you come over here to give me these berries, or have a conversation?" she asked with a small smile prompting him to bring up a subject of conversation. This was probably the most she had ever talked in her entire life except for her baby months.