Barrow Fields i need not one thing more

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"everyone says it's burned," mona responded, a bit taken aback by the witch's crispness. and yet — "you did know him!" the crimson girl exulted, perhaps cutting off whatever the dour woman would have said next. "please ... please, tell me everything you can." her eyes searched the dark features of the wolfess momentarily before she dropped her gaze and arched her paws awkwardly in the snow. "it's my fault i don't know."
mona's brow furrowed and up her small muzzle flung again, studded with some expression of wary curiosity, but found the words she wanted to speak had flown her tongue like proverbial birds.