Meadowlark Prairie Wake up

The grass rustled, and swayed, the red disappearing beneath a sea of green. Confused by the slight stature of the creature, Emrik found himself unable to come up with an answer as to what it might be. His nose fell to the ground, but his eyes remained fixed in the direction of the movement. It smelt like a wolf? Of this size?

The red appeared again, just peeking out of the grass. A child! Duh. Emrik shook his head slightly at the obviousness. “Hello?” Be called again, taking a step toward the little red blob. “Hello? I’m not going to hurt you?” Not wanting to scare whoever it was, Emrik took a seat.