It wasn't long before the young Ashrelle found the source of this new smell; the chirps of feasting birds guiding him that much easier, and his gaze was filled with the sight of stubby trees beautiful in coloration similar to those back home and their branches weighed down with the abundance of fruit they bore. Cherries. Oh, what a score this was.
Caution was tossed to the wind as lithe limbs quicked surged through the remaining barricade of berry bushes to reach the awaiting fruit that lay scattered about the grass like a sea of rubies. Flocks of tiny songbirds and some slightly larger from gourging on the cherries fled for the treetops in a flutter of batting wings, but Leumier paid no mind to the feathery chaos. He just wanted to get something in his system before the sound of his rumbling gut caused him to go mad.
Without hesitation he paused at the first tree he reached and reared onto his hind legs to place his forepaws on the trunk of the cherry tree, hoping to shake off some of the intact fruit before daring to eat those around his feet marred with beak pecks and small critter bites.