Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

Someone from SS, maybe? All welcome, though! :)

Wildfire stood panting over the body of the freshly slain rabbit, her pink tongue lolling from her muzzle as she waited to catch her breath. When she finally did, she bent over her kill, plucked it off the ground and carried it deep into the long, summer grasses. She stashed it there to eat later, then slipped back into view. Now that the scent of blood was out of her nose, she wanted to investigate the strange, sweet smell that lingered in the humid summer air like heavy perfume.

She tracked it down to a bush laden with juicy berries. She thrust her nose against a cluster and it dropped right off the branch and bounced at her feet. Wildfire lowered her head to sniff it again. Yes, that was definitely the source. Experimentally, she stuck out her tongue, the tip of it pressing against the now slightly mushy berries. A sweet and sour flavor exploded in her mouth, causing her salivary glands to ache as they suddenly activated.