Wild Berry Meadow o, how my flesh summers

Berries, eh? Maegi peered at her with interest, eyes flickering briefly to the bushes before returning to the scarred face. What do they do? she asked, raising her brows. The berries. How do they make you feel? Because obviously, if she was going out of her way to eat plants, they must have some strange, wonderful effect. Right?

She shrugged at the question, giving the woman a bland smile. Your guess is as good as mine, Maegi responded. Beyond these lands, I haven't traveled much. Definitely not south of here. But I'm terrible with directions, so. . . She might have gone south at one point and not even known it.

Do you live around here? she asked. Her nostrils flared, catching a whiff of the scent cloaking the pale wolf. Mountains. . .and she shivered, thinking of that crisp alpine air and the taunting stare of Molag Bal.