Kristen
Atlas, having grown tired of waiting around camp, decided to stretch his long limbs. He’d hauled his large frame to his paws and kicked his lazy butt into gear, deciding to explore the territory he could now claim as his own. Recently he’d been thinking of the role he wanted to play in his future, what he might do once he came of age. Despite his gentle demeanor the male was a very protective of those he cared for, and he had the bulk to back it up. Because of this he’d considered that a guardian would most likely be best for him. Besides, he liked to be active and patrolling often would do him good.
Upon coming to Black Thorn Downs he’d noticed that there were large bushes filled with sweet smelling fruits. He wasn’t sure what they were, but they looked delicious. His mother had always taught him not to eat anything he wasn’t sure of because it could hurt him, and most of his life he’d listened to that. However, why would a pack situate themselves around so many of the bushes if they were life threatening? Scooting closer to a bush he hesitantly pushed his muzzle forward, inhaling gently before going into a fit of coughs. The scent was powerful and oh-so-sweet to an almost sickly manor. He sneezed, shaking his head and wriggling his nose to try and rid it of some of the scent that lingered there. Cocking his cranium at an angle he curiously stuck out his tongue, lapping up a berry or two and pulling them into his jaws. Chewing thoughtfully his dark auburn gaze widened in surprise. They were delicious!
With his tail wagging he all but completely plunged into the bush, greedily munching on as many berries as he could. By the time he pulled out his snout was covered in the juices of the ripened fruit, making him look blue in the face. His tongue ran across his maw happily, a grin settling there. He’d just found a new favorite treat.