Big Salmon Lake The wreckoning.

Alivia kept to the edges of Bramblepoint for the most part, reluctant to venture in too far. She didn't want to get lost in there again. As much as she would like to write off the darky, thorny Hell-Wood for good, it was hard to walk away from an easy meal. The thicket was packed with mulberry bushes just begging to be devoured, and Alivia was all too willing to oblige them. 

She wandered northward to Small Lake for a drink. 

(Big Lake is south of the Hell-Wood, in case you were wondering). 

Noting the Small Lake already had a visitor, she changed her bearing slightly so that her path would cross that of the wolf wandering the shoreline. When she drew near enough to converse, she flashed the stranger a sticky, purple smile. Alivia had yet to realize that she was sporting deep staining around her mouth and down her throat, plainly advertising her recent mulberry binge.