Flycatcher Downs until we go down

the woman spoke, after exchanging with mona some long look that left the girl shaken. the voice that emerged from the other's throat was as soft as the rest of her, and the valley wolf felt herself relax. the worst now having passed, her lips curved into a small bow and affability suffused her features. "not at all," mona rejoined softly.
a heartbeat, and then the hopeful purling, "would you like to hunt with me?" it was not a usual offering, but then the firebrand could not shake that this was not a usual meeting. drawing closer to the pale she-wolf with a delicate step of her slim body, the mayfair awaited the response of her companion — somehow she did not think she would be deterred