Fairspell Meadow Small dinner, spoiled by you

"Oh... are they really?" Wraen drew closer to examine the blackberry bush, where among green leaves there were clusters and clusters of quite big, shiny berries, reminding her cluster of black, bead-like beetles. The smell was unfamiliar and, though the other wolf had eaten a few by now, she was still a little wary about trying them herself. Other person's experience can never be yours. 

In the end she decided that one berry would not hurt her, she plucked it carefully from it's stem and chewed it. At first the taste was sour, but then it grew sweet and by the time she had swallowed it, she wanted to try another one. "They are really good," she told Laska. "Name is Wraen from the mountains over there. Are you from around here somewhere?"