Lost Creek Hollow domestic pressures

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"i shall. thank you," mona purled softly, warmed by gannet's kindness and his touch. she watched the man's odd gait as he retreated into the forest, wondering what had occurred. altogether, it did not matter. he had been there for her in a time of great need, and the mayfair felt she must find some way to repay him. 
a smile touched her lips, fading as she felt fatigue steal over her, tinged with the worry that she had brought some illness to the hollow. she must simply sequester herself until it had passed, mona decided, lying chin upon small forepaws and letting her eyes drift shut as snow began to fall silently outside the den.