The strangest and most alluring fruit you see looks a bit like a raspberry - its individually segmented sections display the dark spot of a seed in each, but the fruit surrounding them is a deep green, akin to that of a ripe kiwi. You pluck one and give it a sniff, approving of the smell but unsure what to make of the colour. Green usually means unripe, but these are soft and juicy to the touch. Carefully, you take a nibbling bite out of the edge of one.
The taste is unremarkable, not unpleasant but slightly bitter. Leaving it for a moment, you don't feel any nausea or strange sensations, so you shrug and take a handful. Chewing on a few, it doesn't take long for the seeds to disappear down your throat, yet you feel like your sense of hunger has only grown. Grumbling, you began to pick more, stuffing your face with the berries in an attempt to feed your desire for food. After awhile, you feel like a rock is in your stomach, yet your hunger only grows greater and greater and even after all logic dictates you should stop, you find yourself slurping down yet another one.
The overwhelming hunger has turned into a need. As you try to stop yourself from eating another berry, the feeling of emptiness in your stomach overwhelms you and you are all but forced to take another one. And another one. And another one. You continue even as you see a man enter the clearing through the thicket, staring at you in surprise and curiosity. You want to say something, but can't bring yourself to stop eating the berries long enough, even as a sense of nausea and over-fullness overwhelms you.
"Are those...?" the man approaches you, then looks panicked as he sees your hands and muzzle covered in pulp and juices of the green berries. "Stop! Don't eat those!"
You just look at him pitifully, before pushing another one into your mouth. You reach for another, when his hand grabs your wrist and pulls it away. "You have to stop, those berries are dangerous!"
The denial of your precious food causes something in you to snap. Giving an instinctive snarl, you bare your teeth and try to wrench your arm away, swinging your other arm in a wide clawing motion that forces him to stumble away. You take a step at him, prepared to pounce, the adrenaline and primal urge to fight him tries to take you over. You pause for a moment at his surprised look and kindly eyes.
Your mind comes back to you for a moment...