King Elk Forest begin again

mona nodded again, straightening as she was invited over the borders. to be a scout sounded nice; after all, casmir and rowan had brought she and her brother back to teach them from where they'd come. it wouldn't make sense just to settle and never do that. mona burned with questions for which she feared there were no answers. 
it occurred to her that she hadn't said a word following the leader's introduction; the girl gave a crisp shake of her muzzle and smiled wanly at the morwinyon. "i'm mona. mona antha mayfair," she elaborated, digging the toes of her small red paws into the snow. delight singing-sunlight. it fit the quiet wolf who was to be her new leader. 
the girl wanted to ask more about this intriguing king elk, but the next words she spoke were a bitter blurt of tumbling emotions. "i just found out that the man who raised me isn't even my dad. he's my half-brother. and my dad is long dead. i barely know a thing about him and i have no one to ask." mona's murkwater eyes found the ground in a sheepish pause. "so ... there's my interesting story. but whatever," the scarlet girl added, shaking out her crimson ruff. "what's king elk?"