Fairspell Meadow Bad, Bad Boy!

A scent on the wind told Harley he wasn't alone, and he stopped with the leaves clamped in his lips to turn his face. The hybrid swept his amber gaze over the ebony female who approached, more or less: nervousness hit him, for at first thought he thought it was Nemesis out to kill him while Althaia wasn't here.... But her lack of a pose was settling, and he squinted through the branches before piling the leaves with the others. Her teasing words reached his ears, and the milk colored man smiled. 
                 "Never had berries before? Every so often, they're nice treats: I'm actually here collecting the leaves for my wife."