Fairspell Meadow Vagabond's Waltz

Jumping a good foot into the air, Louis landed sloppily on his feet and half into the bush he'd been feasting from. With all the grace of a newborn deer taking its first steps, he scrambled and flopped, head turning sharply toward the far-too-close voice.

In the rush of his surprise, Louis first thought it was a bear behind him. But a moment to breathe and he realized the stranger had the bearing(hah) of a wolf. A very... very large. Wolf.

Crouched in the half-smothered bush and covered in blueberry stain, Louis laughed. A short soft one, then a loud, cackling free thing. "Ha - haha! You, ah, scared the bujeezes out of me. Pff. I'm Louis." Glancing at the bushes, he wagged his tail and looked back at a Haizel. "They're not mine. Help yourself."