Wild Berry Meadow The street's a liar

Every lick to clean off the staining juices quickly cleared it from his coat, perhaps it didn't stain as deeply as blood did, which could only be good news for him... but the taste was something that was taking a long ass time getting accustomed to. It was too sweet, not helped by them sitting here and ripening past their prime in the frost (ice wine anyone?).

Eyes lifting from their focus on the blemishes and onto the midnight dove who bravely approached. I'm not quite fond of them even at their peak of ripeness. There was no reason for him to be bitter toward her, and yet his words still hissed with annoyance at the situation. Disgusting things stained my coat. Come to think of it, if he played nice, maybe he could wash away this foreign sweet taste with something... familiar to him. She looked mighty delicious after all. 

And it spoke in volumes in his eyes as they relaxed, washing over her instead of focussing on the dyes, mindlessly licking away at it even if his mind was now on other things.