Wild Berry Meadow breath of summer

For @Acheron

The Tundrian woman struck out alone today, but not without meaning. Her path took her away from the reaches of Moonglow and what would soon become Winterglade. Her agenda was simple. To scout for any possible wolves in need of a home and to gather resources. Resources stemming from the earth itself, in particular. She was not a practiced herbalist, but many in her extended family were. Lote could do well with a fully stocked supply of various medicinal plants. Especially now, with her son growing.

She also had not forgotten about her sisters love of artistic painting. Around her neck, she carried a slim rabbit skin. Formed and patched together to take the shape of a shallow pouch. Perfect for carrying a collection of herbs as well as assorted berries. Perhaps if her efforts paid off today, she could introduce the other members of the fledgling pack to the unique art.

She glimpsed the opening towards the meadow by chance. Long before that, her nose had guided her towards the smell of something sweet. The smell of assorted berries, at their peak of ripeness. She would be kidding herself if she didn't say it made her mouth water a little. Out she emerged into the open, pausing to take in the field that was dotted with reds, blue-blacks and purples. A snackers dream and a literal paint shop for any creative artist. Delicately, she inspected the nearest cluster, nosing it, twirled up along the stem on which it grew.