Wild Berry Meadow Cloud Skipping

So sorry on this wait! Getting my muse for Marcus back

“So you like a challenge.” He observed thoughtfully, appreciating still the tenacity of the elegant raven before him. It was fitting as she picked through branches and berries, creating her makeshift nest between them. Her markings were so unique, dark and alluring.

“What does beaver even taste like? I’ve never had it.” Marcus called back over his shoulder before investigating a particularly large and in charge bush across their small yet intimate clearing. Within this question wove a certain tone of hesitancy at the thought. The idea of gnawing on that big leathery tail… 

“Also, what are these berries good for?” Another question before jaws gingerly wrapped around another branch, thicker and needing more of a tug. Again he placed his favor at her paws, yellow eyes looking up at the female. “I’m Marcus by the way.”