beary good berries

The world was everything that it was supposed to be once more and Hemlock wouldn't dream of wasting it. He had no ties. No family to speak of. All he had was himself and the responsibility of his own happiness. Easy, right? Why, yes. It was! There was nothing easier. Hunt, eat, find a cozy place to sleep. Wander a bit. See new sights.... that was Hemlock.

Today the brutes smokey paws led him to a massive display of berries. The rich tang of them filled the air and his pumpkin eyes drifted closed at the pleasure of the smell. A happy rumble left his throat as he approached one bush and popped a few random berries in his mouth. Breakfast of champions.

What he hadn't seen initially was the woman sprawled out in a patch of sun. When he came around the bush and saw her laying there as though just for him....

The dark man cleared his throat, alerting her of his presence. "I didn't mean to disturb you, " he admitted truthfully, though his tones were playful. "Part of me is very glad that I did, however."