Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

what was with these sort of culls?
maggie was accustomed to the haughty, unflagging energy of phay-row. this man had his head seized and turned around so quickly that she wasn't certain he was up to the task.
the man seemed to be talking to someone in the underbrush, calling out. natural curiosity stayed the beauty's boredom, and her tall silken ears tilted to listen, her blue eyes missing not a thing.