King Elk Forest begin again

usually lies could be fixed or ameliorated with an apology. lying itself was foreign to mona, having been raised with what she assumed to be honesty by her parents. even cortland had stopped fibbing in puphood. mona had considered this a great mark of character, a sign of her maturity, until her father had spoken and she'd watched her world crash down around her ears.
"shit!" the girl yelped as the snow gave way beneath her angry steps, plunging her into a snowdrift that swallowd her body to its ruddy shoulders. huffing into the cold air of afternoon, mona extricated herself and stood fuming, her murkwater eyes burning with an anger born of frustration.
and pain, if she was being honest. this was something you were supposed to be honest about first! mona declared heatedly to herself. "guess i was fuckin' wrong," the girl snapped aloud. in the next moment, the wind changed and brought to the mayfair the scent of wolves — mona realized belatedly she'd strayed near a clearly marked border, and bristled with fear.
however, in the next instant, the yearling straightened and assumed the gentle cool of her mother's poise. maybe this pack would know how to find the goddamn plateau, the first place in the shitty scavenger hunt that casmir and rowan — despite the fact that she'd been born from the silver-eyed she-wolf, her mom was now rowan, for as long as mona decided — had set her on.
but as she waited, mona's resolve and anger faltered; soon the border was touched with the sound of gentle sobbing.