Redhawk Caldera i've been watching your kindness keep

tagging @Delight for visibility & awareness that mona has gone scouting for a bit <3 maybe a wild @Finley if possible (timelines allowing derp @ me)

choosing a trade was not difficult — it was in her build and blood that mona seek out her roving ways. 
she was new to tindome, but it did not stop the mayfair from stubbornly setting out across the snow at a trot that devoured the miles. soon she was beyond any scent of the king elk's forest; soon mountains reared impassively before the girl. but mona was undeterred, and found ice-slick footpaths though the stone reaches.
it was slow and arduous going — several times she almost fell to her death, clutching at the rock by torn nails and swearing under her breath. the base of jagged mountains soon spread into a snowy fen, and here mona rested, having mustered enough energy only for the kill of a hapless rabbit.
the journey only hardened what muscle there was beneath her red pelt — when the scent of a pack entered her senses, mona's body had slimmed further, bones threatening to jut now. she was stupid, stupid for attempting this, especially in fucking winter, but she'd arrived. to her knowledge, tindome was the only pack in what she knew to be tuktu. perhaps knowing there were others a few days' trek away would interest delight.
at dawn, mona stepped delicately to the border, groomed her chestruff, and howled to herald her arrival, as dad — casmir — had taught her to do. murkwater eyes swept the snowy reaches of the caldera; the mayfair suspected she would be in for a wait.