Northstar Vale You are the nighttime fear

relieved that she was not immediately rebuffed by the woman's teeth, mona preened carefully, unsnarling little knots here and there, smoothing unkempt places. buoyed by the pressure of malice's own muzzle, the girl drew back after a while to inspect her handiwork. presently, however, the murkwater gaze lifted to the sun-colored eyes and she gave a small smile.
"have you eaten? i could bring you something," the nuro offered, attempting to keep the worry from her voice, ensure her tone was as light and airy as ever. the thought occurred to mona that perhaps malice would not eat because she wished to join burke, and the mayfair was suddenly unsure if she should interfere. but she pushed such thinking aside: malice was her packmate, and therefore had mona's devotion.