Wild Berry Meadow Berry = Good(?)

Life went on. Things happened, you know? Sometimes you ended up in these places without nowhere to go, and Bonnie certainly had nowhere to go.

New place. Again. Somewhere funny to go. A sweet smell that called him out from miles and drew him in. Whether or not it was a woman, he had not deciphered, and he hoped it wasn't one. They were everywhere with their..womanly-ness right now, and he did not know what to do about all of that. Made his cheeks all hot, so he didn't ever stick around long enough to approach.

Wait a damn minute.

What the hell was he hearing. Who the hell was he hearing? The wildman stood at the wild treeline and stared blankly at the wolf-boy with sun-touched fur. Talking to himself. He'd never spoken to himself. Why was he speaking to his own self? Something about the way the damn sky was touching his belly, and Bonnie found himself more dumbfounded.

Then, he struck his eyes upon the berries this hobo stuffed his face with, and hobo to hobo, it hit Bonnie. This dude must've been wasted.

Stupidly, he couldn't help but open his mouth. He shouldn't have cared. He definitely didn't. "You good there? Or you talking to yourself or something?"