Wild Berry Meadow tiptoe on my heart

he'd been too busy shoving his face full to notice the change of scent in the breeze, his focus fully on the berries until a voice pulled his attention away. lips stained and mouth full, he turned to face the feminine version of himself, the only difference between them being the patch of white along her nape and shoulders.

"help yourself" came his muffled response, tail swaying softly behind as further invitation for her to join him. he would have turned back around to continue gorging himself had a genius idea, or so he thought, not popped into his head. "bet i can eat more than you can" he dared, a few loose berries slipping between his teeth and falling to the earth's floor in the process.