The woods were quiet with the occasional rustle of wind or creatures in the foliage. A young man, about 17-20 in age walked through taking in the scenery. He was holding a basket, about to collect some berries from the wild bushes. He squatted down, and started to pick them, examining each one before plucking.

"These will be great for mother's pies.. juicy, ripe, and.."

He tasted one of the berries in his hand.

"Not too sweet~! Perfect!"