Meadowlark Prairie to savour your accent

her smile charmed merrick! for a long moment, he thought of nothing more than pulling that glow of sunbeam from her lips and turning it to horror. a nod as she went on; she was so self-conscious, he decided, this fern of the girlish eyes and gentle paws.  "i know where kaistleoki is," he murmured. had he not found The Boy there, and his own would-be hunter? so careless of the father to give away the nest; perhaps one day, merrick would return to finish off the fledgling.
"mm, whitefish river, i want to say," he hummed, facing in a coastward direction. "was it inland from the ocean?" merrick asked — yes was the answer, but fern would confirm that for him, and then he would better be able to influence their trek.