Sleepy Fox Hollow inner moonlight

when the other spoke, mona noted the deep femininity of the tones and flushed beneath her already-crimson cheekfur. "no," came her airy rejoinder. "bearclaw valley." gesturing in its direction, the mayfair turned her attention more fully upon the stranger.
"i'm mona," the firebrand offered, accompanying the words with a gentle smile. but as ever, in spite of her best efforts at the elegance instilled in her by rowan, mona felt anxious before the searching eyes of the other wolf. for what if she misspoke or some flaw was uncovered? yet there was nothing to do but wait; she saw no reason to say more, lest she bore her company so quickly.