Fox's Glade be cunning, and full of tricks

some part of mona remained shocked that she should bond so quickly and willingly with a stranger. but it was not a mere stranger who had come in the darkness, she believed; tadec was a being of light, sent to help her. it was what she wished to believe, though casmir's more logical teachings prevented the thought from taking root in the fertile soil of mona's wild imagination.
the girl listened raptly as tadec spoke, and while she could not connect all of the things he had said with her own awareness, the missive of his words were clear. she found herself wondering truly, who this creature was, and if she was indeed dreaming in the snowy glade wherein foxes denned.
the smile that had left his features soon returned, and the firebird was warmed by it. her own mouth curved in a genuine bow; the girl straightened her slim body and regarded tadec with a new fondness. "prince of a thousand enemies. that sounds like a story."
to his inquiry, mona gave a long blink, dipping her muzzle in a little bow of her own, then rejoined "mayfair," not truly understanding what he had asked but wishing to answer him all the same.