Wapun Meadow the book about my idle plot on a vague anxiety

Despite her blooded nose, she couldn't help herself. The berries were just too delicious, and such a small wound wouldn't deter her from enjoying them. Her mouth was full of berries as she heard the bark of some onlooker. Lavender turned around, muzzle covered in blood and berry juice.

Mae's assertive posturing went over her head. Oh, hello, she said, squinting to get a better view of the girl. Did you want to have some raspberries too?