Mudminnow River every hermit crab needs a shell

"toothy, m-more like," lestan jested weakly. "but k-kvarsheim is n-not far. we're fr-friendly with them, or at l-least polite." beside them, the river rushed along its silty trail, and its rushing noise. frederick was the first to signal that their meet might be less tense. the irony was that even when he settled, he was still quite imposing! 
gingerly, lestan did the same, maneuvering himself down. nervous paws began to pluck immediately at the grass. "well. i m-mean it tw-twiceways. i was h-hunting the m-mountains today and am h-happy to b-be back. but b-before that, i was g-gone a l-long time from th-the creek."
tapping a small pile of shredded green, lestan smiled weakly. "un-unfortunately, that j-journey was — unpleasant." clearing his throat, the mayfair glanced at frederick. "w-ere you l-looking for s-something j-just now?"