Wild Berry Meadow if crazy equals genius

Mismatched eyes fluttered open and silvered hackles rose as the feisty girl did. It was cold, but not like it was cold in the Woods. Had she truly fallen asleep in the meadow? How foolish of her, anyone could've discovered her. Well, at least she wasn't lost again. Nope, home was that way and freedom the complete opposite. Then again, though she hated to admit it, she did have a heart and it was hard to leave her siblings to be in those cold woods. She would not be leaving today.  She yawned audibly, nearly throwing her head in her neck to stretch. After she was done shaking some dirt and plants (some had even poked her quite painfully) out of her coat, she looked around.

of course she wasn't the only one there. No, the meadow had become quite the hotspot for wandering souls, and she hated it. Though she thought first she was female she was dealing with, the wind brought to her the mind boggling information that this was a male. Even fucking worse. She sighed but womaned-up as she approached, seemingly dripping with confidence.

The hell have you done with this place? She questioned quite rudely, looking at the mess of plants and berries from a distance.