Wild Berry Meadow Cloud Skipping

He too gravitated towards the darker berries, not because of any know how but because the herbalist did so. Grabbing a few, Marcus applied maximum effort to not only keep the berries in tact, but also not grab too much of the bush with them. His teeth found a particularly thick stem that housed at least ten berries and so he got to work gnawing it off. The wolf felt more like a beaver, and one that wasn't very good at it's job at that.

Just as the woman divulged into deeper conversation, the russet fellow had yanked a particularly full stem. A few berries catapulted through the air, rolling away as if in escape. Marcus snorted at the stragglers, passing them by to lay the herbs at the feet of his company. "Helping others, I guess." It wasn't a very good answer, but it was the truth. Marcus smiled in a quick sort of way, a drive by grin, before his features fell neutral once more... save for a wagging tail. "What would you say is your favorite prey to hunt?" He was curious to know more about this young woman as she was quite interesting and seemed accomplished. Both things he felt he lacked but was working on.