Bearclaw Valley moreau's golem

"not at all!" mona chirped firmly, scarlet brow furrowing. "i oughtn't be throwing stones into the brush like a child." the man seemed to loom taller; the little cardinal settled not far from him on tentative haunches and wrapped her plume tightly around her forelegs.
letting out her breath in a long sigh, a tremulous shrug following, the druid-child eyed the silver-gazed man with no small interest. "i'm mona." ears upswept; her delicate features adopted a glint of consternation. "you are new, and i threw a rock at you." 
a twitch of her lips; velveteen ears folding back, unfurling to frame mona's skull as she cocked her head to one side. "welcome to bearclaw valley?"