King Elk Forest i've been watching you creep

she breathed; she stretched out her crimson limbs against the snow and heaved great breaths, breaths that trembled in her little throat, gasps as she struggled against the terror that gripped her. a delicate feminine scent, one of evergreen and winterwhite, came near, and mona with desperation fixed her eyes upon the figure who stepped so lightly with worry. 
beauteous — ruddy — slender — a sister she had never seen.
and then nathaniel was there; she knew his tread, the touch of his breath, and yes, his hesitation. driven, mona stumbled to her feet and tottered there, weak as a newborn hind. "take it off," she begged of the two, her eyes darting between the sister-wolf and her hawk. "please."