Meadowlark Prairie ojirojika

Lullaren was prepared for the scramble back, that wild eyed look that he expected from awkward meetings such as the one they had just held. A bleat of involuntary laughter left him, quickly tamped down on as he rolled onto his stomach. He imagined he looked a bit like a bed tousled wreck with his fur everywhere, but that was alright, for now. He could fix himself up in a minute.

It is quite alright, chère souris, I have had far worse meetings than ours. Lullaren lifted up his body from the ground, slowly shaking out his coat, sending dirt and grass flying.