Wild Berry Meadow here, with me

Back dated to the day before The Less I Know The Better

Omnium had lumbered his way through the meadow in the early morning. A silent, hulking figure that sent most of the resident prey running, but he did not bother to keep his movements quiet. A hunt was not on the agenda for today. He rifled through the foliage in search of something different. He could not find quite what he was looking for as he meandered from bush to bush. Eventually, a wolf had to give up their pursuit of something that nature did not seem to provide here. He had sighed before settling down for a rest under a particularly tall, flowing bush. 

His eyes were closed for some time before they opened to the sound of steps. They were quiet, but it was enough to shift his gaze across the clearing in front of him. Yellow eyes peered from the shade in an attempt to decipher if the sound was that of prey. After a few moments, they zeroed in on the small dark figure as it peered about. A coyote? 

Omnium tested the air with his nose, and he was pleasantly surprised at the scent. No. Wolf... Maybe? He lumbered out of the shade to get a better look. The noise was substantial to give the figure a warning sign to his approach. Omnium found it impolite to not announce himself, so he spoke when he was a few lengths from the... stranger. Good Afternoon. He spoke with a low and smoky voice that gave off little intent.