Silver Creek whispers the winds

they'd traveled way too long for mona's liking, but now they'd come to a new expanse of land, and she felt excitement rise in her narrow breast. willowy as her mother, mona snapped playfully at her brother, nimbly dodging his return bite and describing a tight circle around him in the snow. cortland was so pissy, mona decided with the conviction of the young. tongue lolling, the girl's scarlet ears swiveled to catch the muffled sound of wolves walking through the drifts.
it was their parents — the girl huffed with faux boredom and grinned teasingly at cortland before padding carefully toward the sable and ivory pair of wolves. her father's voice sounded; casmir's tone was serious and mona was immediately attentive. "daddy?"