Lost Creek Hollow The moonlight's a path we can travel down

gannet had taken ashlar off somewhere, and mona had seized the chance for a deep nap. our son wreathed through her mind moments before slumber took her, a smile on her lips.
what woke the cardinal were the calls, in succession. first rannoch’s howl, echoing fiercely through the hollow, and then the sound of gannet’s own. mona blinked, unfurling herself and padding quickly toward the second with an alacrity her half-awakened body did not quite feel.
”gannet,” mona whispered as she drew closer, reaching to touch his shoulder with her muzzle and smiling fondly at the little boy tagging along behind him. ”what’s happened?”