Wild Berry Meadow You're headed for heaven

eulie dawn watched the foxes with a quiet sort of reverence, her eyes soft as butter in the warm light. the little heads bobbed like weeds in a breeze, small and blinking and brand new. she didn’t speak at first, just followed her line of sight with a tilt of her chin and a low hum in her throat.
then, softly, like she’d plucked the words out of the air:
they don’t know nothin’ of fear yet. ain’t that somethin’?
she laid her head down on her forearms, a slow breath leaving her chest. spring’s cruel like that. sweet at first glance, but full of teeth underneath.
her voice was melodic, but her eyes flicked sidelong, catching the other woman’s face in brief study. the scars. the stillness. the weight.
eulie dawn didn’t press. she never did.
instead, she nudged the berries closer between them with her paw, then rested again.