Meadowlark Prairie in flanders fields

"I can see that," Birk agreed and nodded slwoly, because he too had no idea, what had got into Raven. When she announced that this was not her usual self, he regarded her a little skeptically, because even if he was not a good jugde of character, he could not see her any other way than he saw her now. A good person, apart from the craziness.

"I can tell that along the way, when I take you home," he told her boldly. "In case you decide to "boop" a bear or a beast similar in size and appearance. You can lose a paw or worse... have your face eaten and you do not want that to happen, do you?"