Wild Berry Meadow prekär

her request was granted in a moment, and quite suddenly did she find herself hurrying to keep pace with the lion king. it did not take long for her to find herself out of breath; a diet of berries hardly offered enough energy to keep pace without discomfort. "okay," she agreed easily enough; she'd not been given enough baths in her short life to have a chance at disliking them; this being one of the many factors that led to the state of her skin and coat. 

"th-,"  she began, pausing for breath, "th' called me pestilence." silence more a moments as she gathered enough breath to speak again, "my brother w' called famine but now he's called guardian." she slows, reflexively, to reach a hind paw toward her shoulder before hurrying to catch up again, struggling to ignore the itch. really, she ought to have been a bit more bothered by the whole situation, but in her life thus far she'd learned to simply accept things however they turned out. it was simply too exhausting to make a fuss every time something changed, or went wrong. "what your name?" she queried when she'd managed to regain pace beside him, oversized ears flitting toward him.