Moonspear lawmother

Late in the season, the few remaining berries were small, soft, but sweet. She pulled raspberries from the stem with her teeth, careful to avoid pulling the berry off with its white, bitter rind inside. She enjoyed the flavour, though she found that quickly her tongue began to feel soured and her cheeks puckered from the amount of sugar and natural acids of the berries. Plucking a couple of the few remaining green dock leaves from a plant nearby, she began picking berries and setting them on the leaf, with the intention of stowing them away for later or finding someone to gift them to before they went mushy. 

She looked up when could smell another approaching, only to note that it was the magenta-eyed man, venturing again. Coquettishly, she wondered if she should duck and simply spy on him as he passed, but she found it more alluring to believe that he'd come her way on purpose, rather than leaving the same way he had come. When she spotted him, she licked the berry juice from her lips and waved her tail, expression curious but inviting.