Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

Cole’s eyes followed her movements with keen interest, his gaze steady as the berries landed at his paws. He’d been holding out for the small taste she offered, and the moment they arrived, a low hum of satisfaction escaped him. He dipped his muzzle to savor the sweet, tart burst, each bite as refreshing as he’d hoped.

As he lifted his head, his curiosity piqued, he studied her—so at ease and forthright, like they’d known each other longer than these fleeting moments. Mighty kind of you, he said, his tone warm but edged with something unspoken. Haven’t caught your name yet. Where’d you wander in from?