Wild Berry Meadow if crazy equals genius

@Koume hope this is okay !!

Through harsh, morose winter, it seemed nothing truly thrived. Alarian had yet to discover this was not a universal rule, so when he stumbled upon the meadow he was at first shocked and delighted beyond words.
It didn't take long for his joy to become manic, however, and soon he was ripping through plants as if in a rage, clawing and tearing at everything in sight. The fit only lasted a few minutes, and when the boy was finally done he found himself surrounded by the remains of the foliage he had targeted. Berries still clung to the bush branches that lay in the snow, some of them staining it brightly.
Alarian pushed his muzzle to the berries, taking a slow sniff, and decided they were probably good for eating. So that was how he spent his morning-- having a breakfast of berries among a mess of ripped up plant.