Jumping Juniper! [Xarae]

Álarr adjusted the basket in his mouth before continuing to travel toward the tree line near the Orchard. Afi trudged along after him muttering something about ice fishing which Álarr promptly ignored. He had no intent trying to make a hole in the ice again. His efforts last year nearly ended with hypothermia for the both of them and the old cat was not the least bit grateful for the attempt.

The sun was slow to rise, its pale morning light dimmed by fog. Autumn clung to the land for now but winter was not far behind. He set the basket down as he arrived at the juniper shrubs full of small, waxy, blue berries. Perfect.

"Right, Álarr?"

"Ummm… sorry could you say that again?"

Afi hissed, his fur standing on end with such might he seemed almost entirely round. "Typical! You owe me after that dunking last year. Don't make me put rat guts under your pillow, I swear!"