Qeya River some memories never

akkuma had stumbled across many treasures on their trip to moonglow, but he had only been able to choose one to keep with him. in the end, he'd decided on berries. not just any berries; the kind that, when crushed, stained everything they touched in rich purple-red. they were much larger than any he'd found in the taiga.
slowly, he'd started to learn to make art. paw prints and claw marks arranged to suggest shapes, staining stone and wood until it roughly matched the image in his mind. by the time he heard kivaluk's imminent approach to the borders, akkuma had nearly finished his latest experiment. with a bit of squinting, his berrystain work was reminiscent of a tree. he looked up, paws and mouth stained with berries. hey kivaluk. patrolling again? he questioned, already considering whether he would join his brother or not.