Wild Berry Meadow lily of the valley

A forgotten treasure that has long been stashed away in the open plains to thrive in thickness and beauty. The meadow itself radiates a feeling of security and comfort, while creatures small through large gather around to enjoy a day of munching on the abundant of rich berries that blossom in the field. Even through the harshest of conditions this land flourishes providing much needed nourishment throughout winter and a good snack for those who are passing by.

Cyclone was a hunter by nature, being a wolf and all, but she wasn't opposed to eating things other than meat when they were available. When she wandered into the meadow, she found a large quantity of red berries that were goddamn delicious. Pretty soon, she was frantically picking them off and chewing them, stuffing her face with the slightly sweet and surprisingly filling fruit. She wasn't well-versed enough in plants to know what she was eating, but they were goddamn delicious.

After a few hours of picking off all the easiest berries, she collapsed into a heap in the warmth of the winter sun. Cyclone felt slightly bloated and very much in a food coma, but the good kind where she knew she'd be able to stir after a few hours and really get a move on. For now, she basked in the sensation of being overwhelmingly full.