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That is alright!

One after the other, berries popped free of where they were clustered and warmed upon his tongue, where they either burst within moments, or took the effort of his back teeth to crunch and crush.

The man's cheeks were full of juice and the pulp of each berry caught between his teeth, but what really stood out was the dribble of juice staining the cream of his neck.

He gorged himself. He was a mess, but a glorious mess, and did not look around himself as he ate; Experience was a man who put his every effort in to each moment of his days. He was the epitome of kinetic energy: happy to do so long as he was doing, whatever activity at all. In this case, eating. Rapturously.

So much so, he did not realize there was another wolf nearby until she had stomped to within a wolf-length of him and declared, I am bored. And then demanded entertainment.

Experience was face-deep in a bush.