King Elk Forest begin again

wolf killer — mona's eyes widened with a child's apprehension and intrigue mingled. she was not so old as to not be fascinated by the image of a great old elk who ran down his foes and cleaved them in two with mighty hooves —! aware that she was fixating on this idea rather fiercely, the mayfair dragged aside her mind reluctantly to focus on the remainder of what delight was saying.
six months. it wasn't a long time, but mona didn't mind. a fresh start meant just that; how much newer did she need than six months? she stopped in her tracks to tilt her delicate red crown skyward, watching the trajectory of a slow-wheeling bird overhead, and then narrowed her eyes toward the heavy grey clouds. "looks like snow," she mumbled, unaware she was speaking aloud.
"so ... what  ... where do i go from here?" mona piped after a second, her tones hopeful that maybe the morwinyon would assign her a task and she could be on her merry way. the presence of another wolf was beginning to weigh oddly on her grieving mind.