Redhawk Caldera i've been watching your kindness keep

belatedly, mona realized she'd never gotten the other's name, but it ceased to matter when the smile on the wolfess' pretty silver face faded. again the girl felt the confused churn of grief, and frustration — of lasher she knew so little, but clearly he had not left his mark on only a few wolves in the teekon. perhaps if rowan and dad — casmir — mona shoved away that mess, the one she'd yet to unsnarl, and focused on the caldera leader.
"that's ... that's what i keep hearing," the yearling rejoined with a wan curve of her lips. she too settled to sit and studied the moon-glow woman for a long moment before dropping her gaze to the snow with a sigh. "anything. i ... just anything. i barely even know what he looked like, except that i've got ... i've got his eyes, i guess." please, not now, she hissed inside her head to the tears that were threatening the back of her gaze.