Wild Berry Meadow could almost feel you

Sullivan chewed like an opossum eating a banana. He was in bliss; berry juice trickled from the corners of his mouth, tracing the curves of his jowls. 

 

He turned towards his packmate when he spoke, finding himself suddenly concerned by the intensity of his question. "What's"—smack—"Tha matter?" he asked through a frown. "I'm"—smack—"Jus havin a snack!" Sullivan didn't see anything going on that merrited Haruki's reaction.