Wapun Meadow Down the rabbit hole

the woman spoke, prompting a glance from mona, but it was not until the fierce man was gone from view that the firefly granted the other her full attention. "it happens!" she purled encouragingly, swaying her crimson plume. "i'm mona, from bearclaw valley." she could not help a last look in the direction the feral creature had gone, her lips tightening into a thin line with a sentiment she did not understand.
the alabaster woman wore the scent of stone and water, one the girl knew as belonging to sunspire. "hunting in the lowlands today?" the druid-child mused politely. "i'm actually up for a hunt, if you still are?" murkwater eyes glinting with invitation, the red she-wolf lowered her muzzle to the earth, moving away a few paces and glancing back along one thin shoulder to see if her companion would follow.