Phoenix Maplewood You couldn't stand to be near me.

A few wolf-lengths later, as she was crossing the exposed patch the deer once grazed within, and Tulukiri heard a voice. It sounded young.

Tulukiri wasn't phased for long - she moved towards the voice and soon found a patch of the woods which smelled strongly of fruit. She would've missed the kid, as he was small and dark, but his eyes were affixed in her direction.

I'm called Tulukiri, actually. She looked at the half-bare bushes and licked her lips. Can I have some'a those too?

She motioned to the berries remaining, most of them higher up.