Lost Creek Hollow Perfect

it was with a solemn demeanour that mona brought her young son to the pack meeting, called by the newly named arbiter. the pack seemed smaller somehow, and ashlar had not stopped his bitter grieving since his friends had departed. the firebrand frowned somewhat at her little one's continued plight, but made sure that the pack alphess held her attention.
she opted not to push ashlar into the spotlight once the woman had finished, for now he had been approached by another pup, but stood and cleared her throat. "i am a scout by trade, and rannoch had wanted me to travel for him. i offer that skill to you now," mona murmured, faltering somewhat as eyes presumably fell upon her. "send me where you wish." gannet would watch ashlar, she was sure, and on short trips she could take him.