Wild Berry Meadow Bursting with Joy... Juice

She was amused, it seemed—the small giggle perhaps at the expense of the man’s face as it twisted with another bite of a berry and the taste that invaded him from it. At her caution, his eyes grazed over her, considering—the last thing he was keen on was a stomach-ache to become the cherry on top of a rather daunting journey.

A few more were forced—trying to quench the thirst as best he could until he came upon something better. When done, the man began to recline slowly, holding back a flinch from his injuries, instead, his eyes back upon the she-wolf. “You seem pretty familiar with berries and such.” A simple statement—wondering if her knowledge came only from the life of a rogue or enjoyment of what she currently ate.