Bramblepoint Sweet summer child

he cared little for the fallen fruits. however that had not stopped him from devouring a few on his way through the woods. then he had dared to pluck some of the lower hanging fresh fruit. this was more desirable, however it still did not sate his hunger the way a proper meal might.

but here was a woman who seemed proper and well-fed.

he whuffed out to her, tail daring to offer a few engaged waves.