Wild Berry Meadow breath of summer

Her black nose pressed gently against a sweet bundle of some bright red berries. Their smell flooded into her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. A content beat of her tail, lined with her hips followed. Lote would absolutely love this place. It was a bit of a walk from their forest, but worth it. When Fjall was old enough to travel or be left alone, she would invite the dove for an outing.

Using the tiny teeth lining the bottom of her lip, the Tundrian had just been about to delicately snip the smaller, thinner stem on which the berries grew. Before she could close her lip, she heard the low chuff. Pausing, her spring eyes shifted in said direction, while her head remained poised in place. A cute little look for her, if only it lasted a second.

It was another wolf who was browsing the berry dotted meadow. A male on his own. And he seemed knowledgeable, if his words were any proof. She smiled then, in an appreciative way. "As a matter of fact, I could use the help. I am gathering them as a gift for a friend."