Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

“Oh. Okay.” Was all he said in terms of what these creatures were that Dwin had warned of. The did happen to sound almost unrealistic, but then again, he was young and didn’t know much of the outside world.

Then she went on about what the meaning of Blackthorns was, and all about her family. Apparently in this land, the Teekons, her family and relatives are very far spread. He simply motioned his head when appropriate in response to her tellings. This young lady had much to say, and was definitely willing to say it all. She made a great converser. 

“Wow. That’s a lot of family.” He finally spoke up, “As for heritage, I don’t think I have any of your “Blackthorn” heritage. It would depend on where your grandma came from.” He motioned as if he were shrugging his shoulders. Unless her family originated in Wyoming then  there was no chance of any relation. 

His stomach then rumbled, “Guess it’s lunchtime then.” He grinned. 
If she still wanted to take him to a place to rest and feed, then he would follow. But he would probably be a little more cautious.