Wild Berry Meadow breath of summer

"Oh, so that's what these are." She remarked. Plucking one off, she tried it. "These...aren't bad, but I think I liked the others better. I will still take some. I am sure my friend could use them." And who knows, maybe some of the others would find the Gooseberries more to their liking.

He seemed interested in the art of saving and curing skins, when she mentioned it. After depositing some more berries in the one she carried, she nodded. "It takes a little bit to perfect. It's delicate work and it requires patience. But I enjoy it, knowing I am making the most of a resource." 

This one in particular was a little crudely fashioned. What had once been the ears of the rabbit were stitched in place with a thin, flexible reed. All four leg ends aligned, held in the same manner, to form the dip of a pouch where once the animals back or belly would have been. "I can help you make your own, if you like? My friends would be happy to assist too. I learned from them, first." She smiled, quite eager and hopeful that he would share as deep an interest as her. But there was one last unknown; would he even accompany her back? Well, she would get around to that.