Blackfoot Forest while you eggheads is on the wall preparing answers

it is only now that mulberry catches the scent of turkeys where it intersects the scent of boar. she ponders this for a moment but doesn't focus upon it. it appears that mulberry had startled him and though instinct cautions her, she cannot help the small smile of amusement as it flickers to life across her muzzle.

for a wild moment, she considers giving him a false name: but to what extent? she did not believe she mattered to the saints and he did not smell familiar — nor did she smell any familiar scents upon his pelage.

mulberry. she offers her name a she shrugs a bit further out of the bushes, dull golden gaze trained on him. and who are you?