Wild Berry Meadow planted them in spite of you

Celara was regretting her life decisions. Why hadn't she kept pursuing the wolfdog at the meeting? The leaders might think that she had abandoned them, but at least she would have avoided all this walking. Of course, getting permission from the rulers was no excuse for waiting this long. It was a wonder she could still follow the trail.

Said trail, at least, was getting stronger. At last she emerged fom the tall, yellow grass into a meadow full of bushes. As she came closer, a new, sweet scent. Berries. She hurried to the nearest bush and began to remove some. The flaver was pleasantly sweet, though she knew it wouldn't last.

After clearing her third bush, she headed to the stream. The taste of the berries had become cloying and she felt like washing it off. After drinking, she turned around and saw a figure she recognized, some distance upstream. She called out to it.

"Awenfen?"