Wild Berry Meadow breath of summer

He was very grateful for the training he had received from his mother. He always had a soft spot for helping others, like she did, and now he had an outlet for that. Well, maybe not so much now that he had no pack, but you never knew when someone would need help. Yeah, she's a great teacher, he answered affectionately. He was, and always had been, a mama's boy. 

She wanted to know about how the different berries tasted. Acheron liked that game. He searched around them and found some soft red berries. He picked a branch and placed it between them. These are raspberries, safe to eat, he explained. They are a little tart but also a little sweet, and they're my favorite. Acheron picked one up and chewed it. He picked another and set it down by her. Here, try it.

She explained that she was naturalist and hunter, that she liked to follow the herds and learn about them. He could tell how much she enjoyed her trade. And when she introduced herself in return, he smiled and dipped his head. Pleasure is mine. It wasn't every day he got to talk plants with a pretty woman.