Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

poised on the knife's edge of reason and feeling her surety about her place in the world beginning to splinter, mona turned with a sigh that sent her breath spiraling in a plume. she stopped short, however, her murkwater eyes catching sight of a small but lithe figure, one that grew incrementally larger upon approach.
mona gazed back at a she-wolf who seemed close to her age, quailing internally at the appraising nature of the other's gold-burnished eyes, her pelt stippled with counterpoints of chestnut and henna. swallowing somewhat, unable to nudge the odd feeling that had sprung up to take residence in her stomach, mona lowered her ears somewhat. "hello." her usually jovial voice was devoid of its lilt; it was a warm monotone that greeted the stranger, but mona was unable to keep curiosity from her expression all the same.