Silver Creek riches reveler

Obviously her claim to goddess-level berry foraging powers was a bit overstated, given her current state of complete obliviousness in the close proximity to the berries. Luckily, she was aided by a keen companion who quickly and enthusiastically alerted her to their presence. He was such a good chap he didn't even question her abilities, but the young wolf wasn't socially aware enough to notice this kindness, much less acknowledge it internally or externally.

Instead, her head whipped down when she heard her name and saw the male dashing over to a particular bush. Beaming with excitement, she dashed over and eyed the berries. The bush was abundant with plump, lumpy, yellow clusters. "Indeed! You must be a good luck charm. Or maybe a berry scrying tool." She nabbed a few carefully with her teeth and continued as she chewed them loudly, "If that's the case, I might have to keep you." She chuckled at her statement, although it was so open-ended one might not quite understand what Whim meant by 'keep you'. Honestly, the girl probably didn't know either.

"You should try them, they're honestly SO good. The orange ones are sweet and the red are more sour, I like to get a mix of both flavors. Really pleases the palate," she said as she smacked her lips and plucked a few more salmonberries. "Oh, and watch out for the prickles on the stems. I've had my fair share of bloody tongues from overzealous picking." There were a few times she basically attacked berry bushes when her predatory instincts, coupled with dire hunger, kicked in.