Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

Inkeri was unsure about all the small talk. It was something she was not used to, but had been doing much of lately. She thought on her sister and wondered how proud of her Anja would be. That she was learning to be better. The she wolf in front of her, quickly rent the prey beast to pieces and offered her some.

Inkeri shook her head. No, to tricky. Tricky. Pop up and down. Stare at you with dead eyes.

Inkeri settled to her own belly. Her cream and black fur mixing in with the dirt. She would have to get some of the knots out later.

Inkeri took a small bite and was surprised at teh taste of it. It is....sweet. Sweet. Like Berries, but not like berries.....Tangy, kanskje?

She realized her slip and shook her head. Sorry I said Tangy and then a word....when it isn't quite so, but it is something and you can't remember. Remember. Ah yes. Maybe. Maybe. I said Tangy maybe.