Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

His eyes widened at her tales, about her uncle, and some creature called a kelpie or a siren. He had no remote idea what those were. His ears began to fall flat, his tail drooping. Was this a tall tale she was simply spinning, or was it true? He shivered a little. But who or what were the blackthorns?  

“That’s not good….” He gulped, “At least he made it out alive. To be honest, I dunno what a kelpie or a siren even is. They do sound scary though. But, what are blackthorns? Plants?”

He became a little more unsure about this situation. On one hand, he thought How could someone nearly as young as he be dangerous. On the other, that story was seemed intriguing. Could it in fact be true, and she was going to lure him somewhere. He also began to feel hungry.

“Where we’re going, are there other wolves there?” He inquired. Surely being in a group was the safest possible place with a stranger.