Wild Berry Meadow breath of summer

The sweet smell of the berries were what drew Acheron to the valley as well. He knew which ones he could eat and which he could not. He had learned much from his mother in the way of healing, something for which he was grateful. 

It took him a few moments to realize he wasn't alone, distracted as he was with stuffing his mouth with the fresh, tart berries. But when he picked up on her scent, the pale man lifted his head and swallowed his mouthful. A woman was making her way around the berries, as well, inspecting them. He wondered if she needed help figuring out which ones she could eat. 

Acheron moved closer and released a low chuff to announce his presence. If you need to know which ones are safe, I can help you with that, he offered. He always had time to help, especially when his company was attractive.