Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

let's fade this! <3 we will have lots mooooore

indra's reaction was not one mona had expected; she sank lower between shoulders and the crane of her ears. and yet she hung to each harder tone of her companion's voice, for what the other was saying fascinated and terrified her. she had not thought of it in any other way; her sides swelled with pensive breaths, and her brow furrowed. 
had he thought that? had he wanted that? was he going to ask her? so focused mona became inwardly that she did not initially hear indra's question. and when it filtered through the smog of all these sudden realizations, her hackles bristled in horror, eyes flying wide. "oh — i! uh! i don't!" she realized she was not quite sure; mona knew she had not undergone the change of which rowan had told her ... but...
the young mayfair gathered herself up and offered a warm, albeit shaky smile to indra. "i uh, i should get back. but ... i want to come visit you sometime!" reaching out, the redfurred girl offered a brief nudge to the other's shoulder, if allowed, before turning and padding off across the snow in the direction of tindome.