Wild Berry Meadow you got me some type of way

iseul was probably more comparable to a bear than anything with her massive size. the girl thundered with a stocky build, large paws seemingly crushing anything that found itself underneath her weight. she was always jealous of her sister for having such a trim build, perhaps her mother just fed her too much as a kid and just never lost her baby pudge. either way, this form of thinking rarely puts her off food. despite her vain frustrations, food is fuel. and as it grows colder, iseul must work to conserve her coat and fat.

luckily, a ptarmigan was not able to escape her grasp. its feathers had not yet turned white like snow, having a more mottled brown color that reflected churned soil. its blood was warm and the feathers were tickling her throat; it would be best to eat it fresh while she had the time to do so.

so, the girl hunkers down, appearing like a massive log upon the meadow. she can smell the sweetness of the berries that surrounded her. and for a moment she thinks of their flavor. perhaps she'd sample the delicacies after eating her poultry. she begins plucking the feathers, licking and spitting them out, unaware of the snake that lingers not too far from her, in search of morsels to eat as well.