Wild Berry Meadow Cloud Skipping

Her lips began to part, the glinting tips of white teeth closing in on a thin, green stem. Just as she was about to snip it in half, a voice called out softly to her. Ah, so she wasn't alone! She paused and drew her muzzle away, which scraped against a few berries in the process.

Her keen storm blue eyes found the wolf easily. He was hard to miss, with his ruddy coloring standing out against the vibrant green bushes. Luckily for him, the Archer was not the sort of woman to startle easily. She smirked good naturedly, moving out from behind the bush, into full view.

"Fine day for berry sampling, is it not?" There was a touch of humor in her voice. He seemed to have been enjoying himself, having beaten her to the tasting. Not that she minded. There was plenty to go around. "I didn't think I would find anyone here."