Redhawk Caldera i've been watching your kindness keep

the woman gave mona a look-over, confirming her with words that made the girl simper with delight. it was one thing to be known by your family; quite another to be validated by a stranger who had happened to know your long-lost dad. of course, mona had long since stopped thinking of the silver she-wolf as a stranger, even though she still didn't know the caldera dweller's name. the girl decided it was unimportant for now.
unable to keep the delight from her expression, the small mayfair listened intently to the story, eyes widening when the mention of bears was made, and the dynamic between mother bears and their cubs. she'd known that, of course; it made the older wolfess no less interesting, even shocking.
and to hear how her dad had been so valiant; mona was thrumming with happiness now, only slightly distracted by the way 'bitch kid' was tossed out. it sounded like another story she wanted to know. "that's badass," mona breathed for now, her gaze transfixed on the shimmery sorta-stranger she hadn't thought would turn out to be this sort of wild creature. "why did the mess kid throw you out?" she blurted in the next breath.