Flycatcher Downs until we go down

mona was searching the face of this woman — sister! sister — a wonderment. tears soon stained the fur along her cheeks; the firebrand was most inept when it came to holding back her emotions. but eilidh was beautiful, with a curvaceous delicacy that mona could only one day dream of having.
that her sister did not wish to discuss particulars was not something that escaped mona, but she left it. perhaps one day she would know the tale of where it was eilidh had gone. "yes!" she exclaimed, and then the crimson velvet of her brow furrowed. "well. i remember where he was. and i live in bearclaw valley."
a wistfulness crossed the delicate plains of her countenance. "i'm not sure where cortland lives now." shouldn't she, though? if she was to call herself any sort of sister?