Meadowlark Prairie to savour your accent

the boy introduces himself, and she quickly offers her own name in return. "i'm fern." he's a scout, then, which could certainly be helpful. she takes a moment to attempt to discern the scents on his pelt, but they are entirely foreign, and faint enough as it was. she is prompted to reveal her own purpose here when he does, offering, "i'm a little lost. i thought i knew where i was going, but—well, everything looks so different." 

bashful smile stretches across her muzzle. some traveler she is, compared to the scout! she decided it would be positively impolite to immediately ask his help and be on her way, and besides, the offer of a travelling partner, as least for a little while, is too tempting to pass up. once she's nearer to the mountains, perhaps she'll be able to find her way, anyways. "it has to! it can't very well go on forever, i think." she'd hate if it did, even if the destruction couldn't go one forever. she liked the Wilds, especially the island she'd lost so long ago. she wondered if it, they, were doing alright.