Phoenix Maplewood Further we fall

She had made her way to the Maplewood, after all this time. Early August meant high temperatures for most of this land, it seemed, and the trees offered a quite respite. She had been here for all of two hours, but had yet to scent Zephyr and the pup, who she hoped now would show up. She knew that it was no easy task sneaking a pup away from it's mother, and therefore did not expect them too early. She was patient, thought, to a degree, and had spent her time here scoping out the trees. 

Now she came across a swath of open undergrowth, recognizing the tangy odour of wildberries. She had a taste for them, unlike many, and rather like the sweet, little berries. So she waited among the swarth, marking an area with her scent that would hopefully act like a beacon for the pair she hoped would arrive. After spending some time delicately pulling berries of the bushes, she stopped, and, sated, made to sit at the edge of the little meadow, cleaning the blue and purple stain from her maw as she waited for @Zephyr Maverick and little @Chusi.