Wild Berry Meadow We can fly or we could take this slow

Reyson grinned at it and shook his head. Talk about your pound of flesh, eh. It was a dark, grotesque joke, but those were kinds Reyson was used too. After all he had grown up in the barracks with males and all sorts of sausage jokes to say the least.

Reyson snorted. Naw i bet you tasted awful and it couldn't take it.

Her next words caused him pause, but a laugh line appeared at the corner of his eye. Eh i have to die somehow, might as well be by some as beautiful as her.

He tilted his head and looked around. What brings you out here? Same reason?

Black nose lowered to the ground as he sniffed at some of the nearby plants and roots, left over from Autumn. There weren't many, but he could snag a few things. Rose hips and Elderberry were two.