[littl3chocobo]

offering a hand out he helped pull the boy up and led him to the edge of the brush, not bothering to look back he slipped through and started towards the patch. if the little morsel followed him it was meant to be and his mushrooms would not be needed, if he human turned away he would have stew as he usually did

pog;
he stopped just shy of the thicket and looked back, slowly he pushed forward and found a grove of berries that made him gasp. delightedly he started picking some of the plumpest juiciest ripe berries he could find. every so often he would test one himself. the darkened fingers, sweetened with nectar, offered berries to both the basket and the man

cho
he hated blackberries all nastiness and seeds but he let the dark fingers push them past his lips even if he did spit each one out once the hand was away. they stayed there and picked fruit until the sun was starting just past the midday mark. smiling widely he sidled up close to the boy, "boy-red, it is getting late, you really should get going, it is only a couple hours if you are going to hurst but much longer if you are going the other way. if you do not hurry it would be dark by the time you made it home again"