Wild Berry Meadow Toxic Kiss, Delicious Fit ~Free Botanist/Toxicologist thread~

And so she had returned. The minute female had encountered a trail of bad luck and fruitless endeavours, each shortcoming crumbling more and more of her drive and ambition. Once, when times were better, she had sought leadership. And she had had it, for a single day, before it had crumbled. Along the way, her goals had been set lower and lower, until all she now sought was stability. Stability, and something to give her nomadic life some sort of meaning besides wandering, sleeping and eating. 

it was a  meadow she stumbled into come midday, dimly recognising some of the varieties of plants present here. She was hungry, and tired limbs could not find it in them to seek food, and thus her gaze roved the meadow, searching for something that looked edible. Her gaze landed on roots, which looked like they ought to be, and she thought she remembered eating something like them in the past. she did not notice the male as she slunk towards the bush, hunger a razor's edge in her stomach, demanding release. she nosed the half exposed root, and the others beside it, contemplating just how safe these ought to be.