Phoenix Maplewood home is what you make of it

head would raise, eyes opening, at the call of another. she was met with a darkly coated individual chuffing a greeting to her. Heloise's head would dip shortly to him, perhaps wondering if he called these woodlands home. she did not want others to think she trespassed, though there was no pack scent here. if there had been once upon a time, it was now faded. she was not at fault for that. "greetings, sir" she would reply formally.

she'd watch as he ate one of the berries without pause, a small smile upon her face. at least the man could appreciate the little snacks the forest bounty provided. it would only grow more when summer came about. ripe for the picking, if wolves had a mind to gather them. "is it good?" she hadn't tried them yet, lacking the ability to identify between poisonous ones and safe ones. if the man wasn't convulsing at this moment, she saw little reason to avoid the berries.