Lost Creek Hollow yeh you've had enough

he could not hear her heart, only her voice, and the gentle crunch of leaves underfoot. the stark man turned to look at the fire-red she-wolf that joined him, regarding her with a gentle smile and a flick of his ears as he listened to her. "the forest," he commented, remembering the territory near the base of sunspire. he knew it, and neither was he a fan of the place. he gave one, solemn nod to this. "i guess they'll still stray this far, but i'm sure having easthollow as a barrier is nice," he added with a sweeping wave of his tail.

this was mona. terance remembered her name quite easily-- indra seemed fond of her and, of course, terance valued her opinion above the other wolves of bearclaw. former, wolves of bearclaw. 

"are you settling in well, mona?" he asked her, his smile pressing back to his features, green eyes searching her scarlet face.