a crooked nook

It had been an interesting journey across the large bridge. Found randomly through his travels, Varon decided to take a risk and cross over into an island-looking area. Curiosity got the best of him, and now only time would tell if the Russian was going to run into anything dangerous. Many trees covered the lands, providing plenty of shade from that blasted heated sun. The pelt that had grown upon his body didn't do so well in the summer, as it was built to be a bit more thicker for the almost year-round winter that covered his old homeland. Of course, fur would shed during the warmer times, but it wasn't enough to escape the heat, and Varon greatly despised warmer weather. It didn't take long before a small clearing suddenly came into view, brown audits pushing forward in interest. There were many shrubs full of berries, even some he'd never seen before. What were these.... blue colored orbs? And the strawberries that were spread across the ground looked completely different than those back in the old lands. Bending down, the man wrapped his tongue around one of the strawberries and bit down. It didn't take long for the strawberries to be spat out, Varon completely disgusted by the sour taste. It was a berry that had yet to ripen, and it was further reason to avoid berries in general. He never liked them in the first place.