Wild Berry Meadow One for the Money

“Do you wish to die?” Her rather blunt call revealed her presence only a few feet away. 

Scylla had not intended to sneak up upon the other, but she had a penchant for lurking and observation was a hobby. To see a wolf with their head in a bush of berries that she identified to be of the poisonous variety had piqued her interest, and she had waited a few moments to simply assess whether or not she was going to speak up. When it looked like he was going to digest one, she weighed the scales. On one hand, it was a rare opportunity to witness up-close what a poisonous reaction would entail but on the other… she was not her father. Had Maegi not once told her that the infliction of pain upon the innocent was deplorable?

Perhaps she would give light to the side of her which understood basic morals and see how it went. 

The yearling slithered closer, wide yet almost blank eyes staring with intent. “If so, you are going to need to eat more than just one.”