Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

she was slow to cant back on her haunches, but she did so -- for the auburn woman before her captivated her in the way communal disquiet often did. she looked to the cold plains where tindome rose in sharp fins in the distance -- tracing the path mona's eyes had taken seconds before. she could sense the unease in mona - perhaps even trepidation - her own heart fluttered in such a fragile way.

mona was looking at the damped snow now -- indra looked to her as she mentioned a lost brother. a frown wrinkled her muzzle; was she looking then for him? before she could ask the girl had queried after laurel and indra shifted, her breath expanding in her lungs with a reluctant sigh. "i'm indra. she's -- well, she's my everything. the only thing that hasn't let me down." she didn't want to elaborate further; it would be a great disservice to dump her life woes at the feet of a stranger, so she changed the subject. "is your brother missing, or gone?" somehow there was a difference between the two -- she knew the difference, but did mona? "are you looking for him?"