Wild Berry Meadow if crazy equals genius

The tense, mumbled reply warmed Alarian to the girl a bit-- grumpy girl, he mused to himself fondly. Truthfully, her abrasive disposition was something he was all too used to, so it barely put him off from talking to her. If anything, it made the situation more familiar to him, and inspired a small amount of comfort with the control it gave him.
He was surprised when she moved to help him, but was quick to assume it meant he wasn't doing good enough, so he tried to be a little more efficient.

The boy began to hide the pile in a nearby bush that bordered the forest next to the meadow, placing them carefully among the inner roots so they wouldn't be visible. He had never been more surprised than when the bush moved, and he heard a deep, feral growl followed by a distinctly feline hiss. Angry eyes with slit pupils stared out at him, and he screeched and threw himself backwards.
Lion! Alarian yelled, scrambling to get away. He wasn't looking at the bush when a lynx streaked from its hiding place within, running deep into the forest.