Meadowlark Prairie Wake up

She was noticed! Even if she kept trying to keep her eyes above the grassline, little Connie couldn't help but keep her eyes on him. The stranger kept talking to her, and it was her alone he was speaking to! More words than anyone had directed to her within the month of her life - she was curious. Attention starved even. 

The young Nightwalker was still cautious about him, offering a little growl in response, the only thing she was remotely able to do other than some yips and growls. Words still evaded the fiery girl, lacking in anything to learn other than from her siblings and maybe the few who would come by to check on them. it was like their mother spoke to them often at all.