Fairspell Meadow Nature's Juicebox

Berries weren't his favorite.

Or he told himself that, since he didn't know which he could eat and which would leave him dead. So he decided he didn't like them since it made it easier to pass the bushes without feeling like he was missing out. His stomach made sure he felt that way, though, as it groaned and begged for something to do. 

Pepper did his best to ignore it, though he kept an eye out for anything he did consider edible. Surely something would be eating the berries. In turn, he could eat it. But nothing seemed to be out right now. 

If he would've known food would be such an issue, he might have reconsidered leaving his family behind. He would've ultimately come to the same decision to leave, but he would have considered it longer. 

The fox was quick, both appearing and disappearing out of seemingly nowhere. It dragged with it a branch containing a few of the red and purple berries. Pepper thought he hadn't been noticed. 

Fox wasn't a favorite of his, but there was a decent amount of meat and catching it solo wasn't impossible. 

His nose hit the ground as he moved toward the bush the fox had vanished into. Chances were it had a burrow there, which he could dig out or wait on the small canid to leave. So he did just that, careful with his steps to stay quiet. He sat, and he'd wait, knowing the varmint would eventually expose itself, probably for more food.