Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

Her tail waved gently as the man spoke, her eyes fixed on his. She practiced little caution, as though they had known each other their whole lives. Eating a portion of the berries she then tossed them to his paws.

"Your muzzle won't fit - if you came for the berries you can eat what I take." She was difficult to decipher. Were her words intended to be cruel, or was it brutal honesty? Did they carry any intention at all?

Raising her muzzle she took in the surrounding scents. He was right, it was nearly overwhelming, but for one who had followed the trails of other's her whole life the path was quick to become clear.