Sleepy Fox Hollow inner moonlight

ginsberg. her voice was smoke and oil; mona saw the danger inherent in her quiet gaze. she straightened beneath the other's appraisal — mona was not one to be put off by any creature. and, after all, she did not think she would be attacked this day. her swampgreen eyes traversed the other's features with a lingering intrigue, and then mona blinked. "do you want to go hunting?" she inquired in a direct tone.
horrow crossed her face like the shadow of a ghost; the firebrand was rarely so bold, and certainly not to strangers! but she decided to own her possibe misstep rather than quail; quietly the bearclaw wolf awaited an answer, nerves thrumming in her belly.