The Sunspire your gentle winding mind

aw but she is here for leadership <3

mona hadn't yet been to visit their neighbors, the ones who had sent screech. she'd oft peered in the direction of the mountain, half-tempted to approach but unsure if she should leave the packland, given her propensity for wandering. and they'd only just moved — the little mayfair had given herself over to patrolling and marking the borders of the beautiful vale they now called home.
today, however, the nuro set off at a smooth clip beneath the brumous wintertime skies, their cold surprising her with how long it had lasted. it was spring, after all. mona arrived at the borders of sunspire and shook a light dusting of snow from her coat, searching earnestly around the rich terrain for any watchful eyes before tilting back her crown and announcing herself with a purling howl.
it was only then that mona antha mayfair realized she hadn't the foggiest idea of what to say if she was asked why she'd come, and winced in a sudden spate of nerves.