Jade Fern Grove at the trial of god, we will ask:

Hi, Blueberry responded faintly, and swallowed. She brought up her chin a hair, trying to look a little more self-assured than she felt. Um. . .you live around here? Or what's up?

This wasn't like the Emberwood. She had no claim here. She couldn't throw around her weight.

Not like she would.

God, what the fuck was she even doing in the first place?

I'm Blueberry, she added, trying to be helpful but internally cringing at herself. She meandered closer to the water, suddenly thirsty. She dipped her muzzle down for a drink, sipping slowly, indigo eyes still trained on his handsome, rugged face.