Meadowlark Prairie to savour your accent

so excitable; so enthusiastic about the very nature of their interaction. charming, in a puerile way. merrick found himself enjoying their exchange as he realized how easily guided fern was. 
”i’ll take you to where i think the river begins, near the mountains,” the boy offered, flashing her a roguish beam. ”there isn’t much hunting to be had, but maybe we can find something.”
now there was only the problem of astara, who would draw up merrick’s trail and assume all manner of untrue things, he suspected. his work then, should be quick.
”you said you got lost? what were you doing?” the young coywolf inquired with a teasing glint to his single eye.