As soon as he had arrived the woman he had high tailed it to turned on him. Skidding in the snow upon approaching, he would slide onto his rump as snow sprayed around him. He glanced up at the white woman, her tone of voice menacing, allowing fear to enter the young boy for the first time since the Fox incident. His ears fell back apologetically, unknowingly he had gotten himself into trouble. "I-I'm sorry I didn't know!" he began to stammer, unsure of what would happen now. He of course had never smelled any other scent markers asides those from Glaciem, so he was sure he would have to start learning other scents. To explore above and beyond the borders of where he lived.
Before he knew it and within moments, she had gone from looking like she wanted to eat him to asking his help. Confused, he tilted his head as he looked at what she was talking about. Slowly his tail wagged at the sight of the berries. Good, he was hungry! He stood, following her to the spot where the berries grew and without hesitation he obeyed. Of course it wasn't because he was scared. His fright had melted away when the distraction of berries came along, and he was sure she had only been upset because he interrupted her meal perhaps? But now it appeared that she was going to share with him!
He stopped beside the bush, turning to her and listening as she told him he would be eating them. Her narrowed eyes gave him a sense of something strange, as if expecting him to do something. But what else would he do? Of course he'd eat these things, he was hungry and couldn't remember when he had last eaten. Nodding vigorously, tongue hanging out and his tail wagging he responded. "Okay! Are you gonna eat some too? What kind of berries are they? Are they good?" a flurry of questions streamed from curiosity's mouth as he decided to step up to the bush regardless. Eagerly, he reached with seeking teeth at a small cluster of the green berries, some of them blue which would indicate a couple ripe ones and the rest unready. But he wouldn't know that. And without hesitation he would take one. The first few chomps were good, and then within seconds a horrible bitterness began to cascade onto his tongue. Grimacing, he spat them out as he flinched away from the bush. Sputtering the icky juice. "Blech! What was that!? It tasted horrible!"
Little did he know, he had taken his first bite of Black Nightshade.
"Speech"
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