Dahozhoni Meadow he was living on borrowed time

he leads her to and deposits an ... interesting looking fruit at her paws. it looks as sharp as the barbed leaf-things he'd plucked them from. the scent of it when he bites one in half is sweet, like the berries of bramblepoint.

it brings to her mind her adventure there with her mother, and that some fruits were poisionous.

she blinks down at the fruit before hawkish gaze rises to him; watching.

analyzing.

she no longer bothers with ptero, adopting a patience she does not normally harbor, waiting to see if he develops anything adverse.

the minutes stretch on and when she deduces enough time has passed and he has not keeled over that they must be safe. still, she is tentative, taking a small bite. the juice and flesh of the fruit hits her tongue, coating it in a sugary sweet taste unlike anything she has tasted before.

loathe as she was to admit it, she instantly loved it. she takes the rest of the fruit in two bites; and when she is finished she inclines her head in thank you, tongue drawing across her jowls to collect any of the juice that had collected on the shorn fur of her chin.