Cedar Sweep Half Algorithm, Half Deity

The dog’s ears pricked at the soft tread of footsteps, pulling him from his thoughts. His gaze snapped up, opal eyes gleaming with a spark of excitement as Beau approached.

With careful precision, he drew the branch forward, peeling back the hide to reveal the foliage nestled beneath. “Ah… splendid,” he murmured. “Yes, these will do nicely.” He nodded, plucking one berry between his claws, holding it up to the dim light with a delicate precision that seemed almost reverant.

His lips curled into a faint smile, the gleam in his eyes shifting to something more calculating. “Well, then,” he said, turning the berry between his claws, “I believe that concludes our business, does it not?”