Wild Berry Meadow If it feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it

Speckled ears swiveled already at the sound of paws crushing dead meadow flora, but that a stranger would ever approach her here had not been on her mind. The lake, yes, but here she had never spoken to another soul. Or had she? Somehow, the time spent outside of the Woods had become a less important part of her memories. Sure, she was an adventurer at heart (though she had yet to discover this herself), but being what she was in her home... It took something out of her.

A salmon tongue lapped her chops clean as she lifted and tilted her head towards the call, mismatched eyes staring rather chilly at the other, lithe yet pleasing to look at female. She swallowed up the last bits of remaining berry mush in her mouth before she spoke, voice somewhat less harsh than usual. Greetings.