Lost Creek Hollow when she came back

mona started fiercely, lip curling as scarlet hackles leapt to life upon her shoulders. yet it was all for naught; it was gannet, looking rather sheepish some feet away. "oh!" the little cardinal exclaimed, steadying herself immediately and giving an encouraging wave of her plume. "i suppose ... i was dreaming, maybe."
a quick peek inside the den told her ashlar still slept; mona crept away from the mouth of it, as not to disturb her son's slumber with her voice. "are you well, gannet?" the she-wolf asked softly, a gentle smile upon her muzzle as she looked up at him.