Wild Berry Meadow Berry = Good(?)

Typically, there was something to stare at when one gazed at the sky, but today there were no obscurations. Lonely, the sun was, and in her peerless aggression the tireless, fiery orb sent down its envious rays crashing onto the rolling hills and verdant tufts of lands that laid beneath her grasp. This was certainly no swamp, but instead a land chock full of bushes heavily laden with stems gifting brilliant purples and reds. Cassian currently encroached upon one of these inviting, curious, foreign objects. His head tilted itself off to the left side. Were they safe to eat? Or would they boil and fester from within much like that monochromatic, pungent beast laid off to the wayside of a ditch earlier in the week?

  The sole issue with being reborn (or in his case being forcibly thwarted upon a vassal to roam tirelessly within) was the abundantly clear lack of knowledge. Without it, the world was a terrifying place. Upon first being gifted the prize that was life, Cassian entered it with an emblazoned nuance. The culture, the cuisine, the collective consciousness of other wolves were shareholders of a path in life this wolf paid little mind to initially. Now, thoughts were being born. Thoughts that were his own and with those thoughts came fear. With them, came a bubbling, tightening, centric tug known as anxiety.

Boop. Sniff. Schlurp.

  A three point system developed by the wolf and it passed with flying colors. The boop did not produce anything foreign to protrude from the purple and reds. Sniff brought forth a sweet, tantalizing, alluring aroma. Schlurp? They didn’t taste like much of anything. Their texture was simple, really. Round, soft, bumpy. A few seconds passed by and when nothing immediately happened to the sun-kissed wolf a feast was in high order. One after another, the beautiful hues of the berry bush were laid asunder. Mercilessly. Tirelessly. In a haphazard, hungry, heretical way almost. Seconds turned into minutes and by the end of the tenth there was but the scantest bit of berries left.

  BUUUUUUUUUUURP

  It rang true like a bell of triumph, reaching out and over the nearby hills. Lying down, a goofy grin spread its playful course over Cassian’s maw. It turned out there was nothing to be afraid of to begin with. These sweets, whatever they may be called, were safe to eat. They were good. They were sustenance that could be depended upon at any point in time if they were around.

  “Ughhh….my belly’s so full. Maybe they aren’t actually good for me? I feel so good though. The warmth from the sky spreads evenly on my stomach, too. Ahhhh...perfect!” A breeze blew by, ruffling through his fur like a careless tickle. As a result, Cassian’s tail wrought forth a cloud of dirt into the wind and a laugh curled itself innocently into the air around him. “Okay, maybe everything isn’t too bad. I wish I could stay here for the rest of my life. It’s so pretty! Life would be simple then. So…simple.”