Meadowlark Prairie i'm getting older

She wasn't used to being out on her own. Well, she was, but safe within the confines of one home or another. Now she stood upon neutral ground, and she had forgotten to put her guard up.

Which is why, when the voice sounded somewhere close behind her, she shot upward like a startled cat.

Who— Blueberry whipped around to face a woman, perhaps her mother's age, with a plump bird in her mouth. Her stomach gurgled at the delectable smell that wafted toward her, but she was a stubborn girl, and at the question shot back, No.

She sniffed, regarding the stranger with a cool stare down her nose. Besides, I don't know you. You could've put some poison in there before I turned around.

Yeah, okay. But hey, she was the child of paranoid drug addicts—let's give her a pass on this one.