August, 2014.
He’d prowled the property enough to recognize every leaf, but there was one cluster of bushes, by the lake, that simply only he and the deer knew. Some variety of blackberry, and like most sugary things, weren’t the easiest to snatch - protected by barbed thorns. But every time he slipped some into his mouth he knew it was worth it. Sometimes gathering was as rewarding as the hunt. Sometimes the best things were worth some bloodshed. He wondered if Aurora would appreciate the taste; if some cheese would enhance it. He snatched a few extra, intent on finding out.