Wild Berry Meadow breath of summer

The laugh she had been trying to contain came out as a soft chuckle instead. His eyes reminded her somewhat of Makan's blue ones. By coincidence, so many of the wolves she knew and had met, had green eyes. It made her wonder what young Fjall's final eye color would be.

"That's a nice advantage to receive training from your mother like that." She paused to bite and prune at some of the stems holding the berries. Her ears flicked. She was visibly considering his words. "Well...let's start with the berries. I have heard some aren't as edible as others...poisonous even. And...if you could tell me about their flavors...that sounds quite interesting. It is not a subject I am too familiar with."

Her soft brows raised. "Me?" Her tail moved through the air contently behind her. The air felt warm, the sun a little stronger on her back. And the smell of the fruit was appealing. "I'm a naturalist and a hunter. I like to track the herds and study them. I view them more than just a walking meal. The health of the environment as a whole fascinates me." She smiled. "A pleasure, Acheron. I am Keyni."