Meadowlark Prairie Taking in The Scenery

She visibly thought for a moment, right ear slowly falling to the side. But it was back upright in an instant. 

”Yes, I’m sure. But it’s not bad.” She affirmed with a nod. 

He used new words, too. They made sense in context, but the wolf hadn’t ever heard it. 

”It ain’t bad,” she mimicked, taking her time with the sentence, clearly focused. ”Like that?” she asked, tail returning to a wag and orange eyes studying Beau for approval.