Bearclaw Valley In dewy heads of the young, nothing will fail

Sven- not a name she recognized. She’d thought the ones she’d met had had names that started with a B, perhaps…The younger one had a name that she hadn’t even truly caught when it had been spoken to her the first time. This one, however- his name was simple, but…Not so simple for Ameline. 

Thven, Short, but still a mouthful. She looked to the ducks. C’mon. If you help me bring thethe in, I’ll take you trout fishin’ in the river an’ you can take home what we catch. Thound good?