Wild Berry Meadow prekär

the girl has been here a while, now. it's hardly a quiet place, infused with the daily activities of all manners of foragers, from whom she has learned to keep herself full. hind limb reaches up to scratch somewhere just behind her ear as she settles back down onto her side, gaze flitting furtively through the mess of undergrowth. she'd stomached a bush's worth of the same berries she'd seen a squirrel mouth not too long ago, and thus her hunger was sated. pest did have to contend with an odd tumultuous feeling in her gut, but found it helped distract from the itch, and vice versa.