Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

her greeting returned, mona's tension ebbed from her limbs and she lowered her haunches to the snow with a sudden weariness. she remained intrigued by the girl, a red-hued thing like her, though where mona blazed flamelike beneath the eye of the cold sun, the other was the shade of rich embers. here too was something; a smile the mayfair returned, though the curve of her own mouth was timid, and soon faded.
"oh." what had she been doing? her murkwater eyes swept back to the direction of tindome, before returning to settle on her russet companion. "i think ... i think i might be running away." worriedly mona worked her paws against the white expanse that blanketed the meadow, observing the flex of her red feet before glancing sheepishly up at the other girl to see what her response had engendered, if anything.