Wild Berry Meadow line them up on a stage, see which ones are clever and which ones declined with age

Experimentation, Draper said, and to make his point, he grabbed a few berries off a bush within reach, chomping down on them before smiling with a mouth full of half-chewed food.

Electra did seem to fall into the category of "not crazy," which was a plus for Draper. And she wasn't terribly bad looking. He really needed to stop checking out wolves and meet more of his own kind. Then again, what if...? Nah, that would never work. But Charles...? Nah, probably not.

Not important to me, but important to my friend Meerkat, Draper clarified. She had pointed to a forest, and Draper looked over to it briefly.

By yourself, or...? he asked.

Maybe he could make another one of those "don't let your pack kill me" deals, assuming she was with a pack.