Lost Creek Hollow Should I revise or rewrite

thankfully, treason didn't pry, and for that mona was beyond grateful. "they have. the lead stag is a fierce creature. i would steer clear of him," the little mayfair suggested gently. "but this is a nice place. your scouts chose well." she wished she could find within herself the ability to confront the other, or suggest they were pushing bearclaw out of the way, but neither of those things came with a pricetag mona was willing to pay.
"easthollow is that way," she murmured. "they're our allies. nice bunch. i don't expect you'll have trouble from them if everyone is polite." and she hoped the hollow would be. with luck, the three packs would be able to coexist, even if they were closer together than mona would have liked.