Dragoncrest Cliffs All hail the poison berry!

hah! success! juice dribbled between miette’s gnashing teeth as she popped two berries into her mouth.

her nose wrinkled; these berries tasted funny. the flavor was acidic — not at all the saccharine nectar she anticipated.

but astera was eating it - and rolling in it! miette’s wide eyes studied her older sister; perhaps these berries were for painting?

she mashed a bundle between her paws, painting long stripes of crimson on her face and chest. just like her big, cool sister!

eventually she tired of this game; the berries were funny, and made her head spin. miette found her way home in a drunken stumble, barely making it to the den's mouth before she crashed in dead sleep.