Meadowlark Prairie just a little bit's enough.

Mason watched her walk away with some confusion, and less interest. She was a lost cause, if she couldn’t follow a conversation. It was a pity, but not a sin. He knew well from knowing June that some wolves were simply slower than others. At least she had finally pointed him in the direction of the lake.
 
Mason headed off towards the large body of water, intending to scout around its perimeter. As he reached the glassy surface and began to make his way around, he idly wondered what the lake was called…