Wild Berry Meadow i don't dream

Which is why she ought to search for signs of prey. Even if they have long left the area surrounding, those that linger would definitely do so near the Meadow—there is enough food left upon these bushes if one looks close enough. Annaliese lowers her nose, scenting the ground with her lips parting.

There is a whiff, faint and she cannot pick out what it is—

The chuff shatters her concentration. Of course, Annaliese should have sensed her company long before he kindly made himself known. Her head lifts, steel blue eyes hardening into a glare that she sends his way. Yes?

hi! :D