Wild Berry Meadow You're headed for heaven

She didn't mind being talked at. It was soothing, in a way. Taking a branch of berries off the bush she made the choice to lay down next to the woman; an offer to share.

The day was long, she had nowhere to be and nowhere to go. Maybe she never did. She would stay, so long as the other allowed it.

Looking out upon the flatlands, she grunted at the sight of a fox emerging from a den followed by three smaller, fuzzy heads. Spring really had come - a joy for some, but to Calfuray it mostly meant that she would need to steer far clear of packland.

She hoped the fawns would be born soon. They were an easy meal.