Wild Berry Meadow opened up like a marionette, danced a whimsical pride

It wasn't often she left Moonspear's territory, but with recent dramas having settled and her own heat well and truly over, Lyra was enticed by a bout of uncharacteristic wanderlust. She headed east, straight as an arrow, legs made for climbing mountain trails now carrying her over the grasslands with swift, long legged strides. The sun was but a soft glow, hidden behind the clouds, and rain gently fell upon her dark coat, making it glimmer under the morning light.

Her wild sprint took her right to the edge of the Heartwood, which she passed with little interest; nothing there for her to see other than dead trees and rot. Instead, the Ostrega headed aimlessly onwards, eventually being drawn towards a field with a strangely sweet smell. Grass gave way to thick shrubbery and wildflowers, and she noticed with a start the small fruits hidden within the foliage. Leaning down, Lyra sniffed curiously at one before deftly using her teeth to detach it from the twig it had grown upon.