Fox's Glade i had held it a world away

would that mona had known piper's thoughts! she was not far from girlhood herself, and still trembled beneath the weight of it often. piper's determination was an inspiration to the mayfair, even if the younger wolfess did not think it so. her paws carried her beneath the weight of dark, and they had come finally to the glen.
now the cardinal turned her swampwater gaze upon piper, sorrow glimmering there. "i understand. and ... it is all right. it is all right to grieve, for however long you feel that way." rowan had never rushed mona nor cortland through their grasp of the world, casmir there to guide. mona knew it to be beneficial. an encouraging smile, and she turned back to the shadowed place. 
"are you ready?" came her breathless inquiry, edged in a restrained excitement.