Redhawk Caldera i've been watching your kindness keep

mona's lips parted as she listened to the woman's colorful language; her own imagination began to run wild, painting in the sketch she already had of what her father's lover — ugh — might have looked like. the caldera wolf seemed unperturbed; the mayfair gathered it had happened some time ago, but must have been drastic to carry in memory all these years.
"she sounds like hot garbage," the red girl rejoined, trying on the phrase for size. unfortunately for her, mona had mistakenly assumed the mess-kid was still alive. "why didn't peregrine talk to her?" that had been the woman's best friend — the nuro assumed that at one time she had known the wild girl as a child.
presently, mona realized that the pair of them had strayed from her original reason for coming, and her ears fell back with a brief chagrin. glancing into the pretty gaze of the older she-wolf, the girl stropped her paws against the snow. "i don't think i got your name; i might have missed it. i'm sorry." as she waited for a rejoinder, mona could not halt the rove of her murkwater eyes over the land to the silver creature's back, and curiosity sparked in her.