Wild Berry Meadow prekär

the lion's incredulous tone had her confused; she had been markedly less socialized than other pups her age, and as such did not understand the reason for his tone. but his species was certainly more interesting than that, and her ears perked atop her crown, intrigue obviously heightened. again she shifted her weight, and this time her hind paw drifted up to scratch at her side. 

"they hurt m'guts." she admitted, voice still hoarse. pest blinked toward the berries in explanation, before taking a step nearer the lion. she examined him once more, somehow still bothered by his tone. "I think your face 's nice. not weird. do lions eat the same things wolves do?" she'd tried following the squirrel's diet and found it not to her liking.