Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

the russet wolf didn't mind the silence that lingered between them; it rolled past the two of them like quiet fog, and she did not detect tension in it. she, left to her own thoughts -- and mona, left to her own private introspection -- in the end, that's all life was anyway, wasn't it? a series of lives composing small networks of relationships so that they were not left alone with themselves?

she glanced up as mona spoke, offering herself if indra ever needed it. she smiled briefly, her lips quick to lose their upturned curves. something might have been given in reply were it not for what mona shared next. indra set back a bit, glancing over mona as if just seeing her for the first time. "married?" indra repeated dumbly, a scowl forming above her brow: "shouldn't you have a say in that?"