With the small nudge to the stalk, Dal inhaled the scent of what really did remind her of raspberries, and notes of apple, very flowery. Around the patch, there had been obvious picking at the berries, most of them nibbled away or stolen, but it was a sign that they were more than likely safe to eat. And with great care, she started to pick one by one, placing the small fruits in a makeshift pouch, using a small pelt to wrap them, and then carrying it along her way.

A minute or two went by without interruption, but it was not to last. In the midst of her sorting through the good and bad ones (ones that had been rotten or nibbled at), there is a crackle of a branch behind her. Dal midpick, a berry in her mouth, snapped her head towards the sound and, in surprise, bit down. It wasn't a bitter taste, no, it was very sweet actually, just a hint of tartness at the end.

With raised eyebrows, the spotted woman found the stranger. A lanky form against the rocky and snowy area, their fur almost blending into the dark, yet an ombre fade swept up the chest and rounded their ears, outlining them. Oh! Hello there. I didn't realize someone else was out here. She shifted, now turned towards the other. Even from a little way away, Dal can spot the scrawny form they sported, knowing too well how the body curved tight around ribs when unfed, and she wonders how long it'd been since the poor thing ate.

Are you from Avon or Northfall? She asked, a small tilt of her head, even though she most likely knew the answer, but didn't want to scare them off.