Wild Berry Meadow Cloud Skipping

Berries were great, especially when one was lucky enough to find the ones that made you feel like you are floating in the clouds. Marcus knew exactly where to find the little red berries where he came from, and hoped the ones he happened upon today were of a similar kind. 

Carefully the man picked a few, savoring their bitter sweet taste all the while. If they were not the berries he was seeking, he would at least be satisfied by their delightful flavor. He began to revisit the memories of his past, but his visit was cut short. The rigid wolf noted rustling among bushes near him. Auburn ears twisted toward the sound, the scent of the newcomer wafting towards him seconds later. A female.

Marcus relaxed his posture, like a fool, at the discovery that this was a woman in his presence. Peering around the bush he had temporarily claimed as his own, the loner got a look at her. She was a beautiful female, her coloring cool and reminiscent of partly clouded skies. 

"Hello?" He didn't wish to startle her, so figured a soft greeting might be appropriate. Unfortunately, he didn't account for his berry-stained mouth as the man smiled politely.