Blacktail Deer Plateau Royal bones

Presently, Peregrine sat between Pied's burial site and Sun Spark's freshly dug grave. Nearby lay the remains of not-Osprey Jr., though the Alpha male scarcely thought about them. A sprig of berries lay between his broad, black paws. Carefully, he separated them into two piles. One he placed on Sun Spark's resting place as a sort of memorial offering, the other he plucked up with his teeth as he stood, wincing, and moved off a few yards.

Sitting with a small grunt of pain, Peregrine blinked in the September sunshine, then slowly bent down and lapped a few of the berries into his mouth. They were sweet and juicy. "Ty was right," he murmured as he chewed. He couldn't be sure what kind of berries she'd sampled, yet these blackberries could definitely be added to his growing list of non-meat edibles. And he'd found a great big patch of them not far beyond the pumpkin patch.

I wonder, he mused to himself, if it's the combination of sunlight and shade back here or if it's the bodies that make the ground more fertile. How morbid. He shuddered slightly, then polished off the last few berries with a loud smacking of his lips. They were actually so good, he was pondering going back for a few more, just as soon as he mentally prepared himself for the twinges of pain such movement would surely evoke.