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

I understand, she says. I'm not blind, but ... well, I can't see very well either. It seemed to get worse as she got older, and she wasn't even that old yet.

You mind?

No, not at all! I've been pricked already anyway. Besides, she could see better once she was within plucking distance. She gathered a small mouthful of berries and set them in front of the other girl. They're sweet, she says, feeling the need to give a fair warning. Some wolves despised the taste of it, since they weren't used to the intensity of the fruit.