Duskfire Glacier greed

he snapped around, very startled and bottlebrushed to be disturbed at his contemplation of the natural world. "oh! hello!" lestan gasped, laughing a bit. she was quite pretty, with a pale coat and knowing eyes. was everyone here so enchanting?
"i was exploring. well, i was sent here to explore, but i got — caught up in skylarking," he babbled. he shut his eyes and grimaced at himself. "anyway, i am lestan mayfair, of natigvik, just that way."
suddenly he was reminded that he was to track prey.
"did you see the deer? back in the meadow?" he thoughtfully paused. "i could use some help. i've been charged with finding where they go."