Wild Berry Meadow arrowhead

Tempted as she was to remain in the flowering meadow near the coast, it offered little in the way of food, and so once more the loner's hunger urged her back towards the valley where prey was more plentiful. Thankfully, while the air still had a chill, it wasn't as bitingly cold as it had been these past few moons. She felt like the sun itself had a renewed warmth to it, as if heralding the return of spring.

She raced after a patch of sunlight now as it peaked in and out of the fast-moving clouds above, gleefully delighted by this game of chase – so much so that she only stopped when she felt something squishy give way underfoot.

Pukei immediately came to a screeching halt, nearly tripping over her own paws as she did so. Had she stepped on a bug? She lifted a forepaw, twisted it round to see what exactly had met its untimely end. "Oh." Not a bug, but a berry! It was a little early for them, no?

Puzzled, the girl stared at her purple-stained toes a moment longer before shrugging and settling down to lick it clean, savouring the unexpected treat.