For the majority of her life, Bryce has been a loner. Not entirely a bad thing, she's had her freedom, and the few times she did join a gypsy pack she ended up hating it. But the fact of the matter was, it wouldn't be a bad thing if she had a place to lay her head at night. A pack to hunt with. Catching rabbits on your own wasn't easy, especially when you're a hulking, not-stealthy wolf like herself. If her fur weren't dark as night, you would have been able to see the red stains around her maw. Unfortunately from berries, not meat.

Unripe mulberries, which unbeknownst to Bryce, cause a bit of a hallucenigenic effect. The trees were starting to sway, which was alarming but not enough to spark a panic. That was, until one of them sprouted arms and grew a mouth and tried to pull her into it's gaping trunk. That's when she starts to freak out a little bit.

Can't be worse than that time she got sprayed by a skunk as a pup, right? Or the time she pestered that porcupine at the wrong moment. Bryce has done a lot of stupidly reckless things, whether to win a bet, or prove to another wolf that she'd do it, or just show off. This one though, this just felt like karma getting back at her, though for what she didn't know. It wasn't the most important thing in her mind as she warily eyed the trees around her while munching down grass, ready to fill her stomach with the dull tasting substance and retch up whatever made her so ill.