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

Completely oblivious to the frenzied and exhausted state of her fast approaching would-be company, Lyra continued to nibble cautiously at the fallen berry. Gently, she poked and prodded it, before eventually determining it was safe enough to eat and, with a pinch of her jaws, squished it between her teeth. Immediately, a sweet sensation filled her mouth, earthy and fresh, not at all like the metallic meaty taste of her usual meals. She pondered for a moment, wondering if she liked the flavour or not, before a chuff distracted her.

Coolly, and with a quick swallow of the rest of the berry, the Ostrega turned to face the source of the noise. Her gaze filled with scrutiny as she looked upon a gunmetal boy; he had a friendly enough face, if it weren't for the glint in his dull gold eyes, punctuated with a fresh score beneath one. Still, he didn't seem outright hostile, and Lyra had scarcely interacted with any outside of her own pack for a while now.

"You lost? she asked with a quirk of a brow in a way that wasn't quite judgemental but not entirely warm either.