Redhawk Caldera i've been watching your kindness keep

the information the silvery woman provided was more than mona had expected, and her eyes widened as the caldera she-wolf went on. wild as ever, the girl's imagination began to provide rough etchings of what perhaps lasher had appeared as in life; tall, thin, the woman had said. dark fur. her eyes — or his eyes, passed down to mona. that was more accurate, the mayfair decided.
when the alpha paused to glance at the girl, the pause and subsequent chuckle reminded mona she had been holding her breath. the air escaped into the tail end of a titter that burned mona's cheeks with embarassment under her red fur. but the humour in the other's eyes told her it was probably fine. probably.
blacktail deer plateau. north and east. best friend, relationship. he saved my life. the girl realized she was staring at the caldera wolf again, and cleared her throat, composing herself. her mind was awhirl with so many curious things, but we know if mona was a sim, one of her traits would be hopeless romantic. and so, because she was thus designed, mona brightened and she leaned forward excitedly. "your best friend dated my dad?"