Blackfoot Forest i'm always chasing time

the call rose from the forest where the strange and violent man had been, but it was not a call mona could ignore. she was not within bearclaw; she was out with the others, searching for the round little boy. and from time to time, at the very conception lucas would not be found, mona felt her cheeks run wet with tears.
and now cortland, a veritable, proverbial phoenix. she called back to him, a high-pitched and desperate sound as her scarlet paws found the path that would carry her forth to bridge the distance between them.