Wapun Meadow Down the rabbit hole

since her recent foray to bearclaw valley, mona's restlessness had not abated; on her pelt she carried the scent of her friends indra and tadec, however, and this seemed to alleviate some of the girl's anxieties. here now she paced determinedly along the paths that led to the great wide meadow, intending to bring something for the caches.
mona had not seen nathaniel in quite some time; the druid-child's heart was beginning to sunder within her. but the pinprick of tears behind her eyes now went swallowed, ignored; the mayfair could ill afford the time she had spent before weeping. and so grim-faced, murkwater eyes darkened, mona followed her tasks and was largely silent.
the tableau of loss and capture played out by the pallidly delicate she-wolf and her charcoal-cloaked counterpart did not go unnoticed. against the lowland sweep, the brilliant red of mona's coat stood out in stark relief, and soon thereafter did the witchspawn draw toward the pale sunspire woman, though not too near. pausing in her steps, mona tipped her scarlet muzzle toward the thickfurred, feline male, ears sweeping forward in wondermnent and worry.