The trees hung heavy with fruits near the pinnacle of their ripening. Bryn lay full and content, having gorged herself on the rabbits and squirrels who had decided this would be an excellent place to start rummaging in preparation for the autumn near at hand. A split apple lay beside the sprawling woman, and she licked lazily at it's sweet core. The grasses all around her rustled with smaller creatures tasty creatures, but she didn't really feel like moving. This is it, she thought. This is where I'm meant to be, and may I never stray. She chuckled to herself and rolled from her side onto her back, shifting away from an errant plum which jabbed into her hip. Her stomach was distended, her muzzle was flecked with gore and sticky with the juice of any fruit that had struck her fancy. This was certainly heaven. If she had died and found her way to the afterlife, well, so be it. Knowing she was in no position to get up and muck about any time soon she allowed her eyes to close, hoping to sleep out the well-fed haze that was rapidly overtaking her.
