Fairspell Meadow Vagabond's Waltz

Haizel's tail wagged happily, going to eat some of the delicious blue circles with a level of gentleness that allowed him to pluck the berries without rustling the bush. 

Louis? That's a cute name, really kingly. Um... whatcha doing all the way out here? You don't smell like you're from around here, Haizel smiled, licking the blueberry juice off his muzzle. Not that I smell much like a pack, either. Where ya from?