Meadowlark Prairie Wake up

A growl immitted from the child, and Emrik couldn’t help but raise a brow. Probably a valid response to a stranger. Unsure of how to get it to understand him, Emrik slowly lowered himself lower, finally lying on the ground. There wasn’t much that such a young pup could do to serious hurt him, so he wasn’t particularly worried.

“I’m Emrik…ummm… do you have a name?” Given the slight stature, Emrik couldn’t tell if the child couldn’t yet speak or if they were simply avoiding speaking. So he kept talking, hoping it might coax the youngster out. “You know I have a nieces and nephews around your size.” Not that he had seen or met them but, but he imagined they had already been born considering how long he had been in the Wilds. Emrik kept his tone light, and conversational.