Lost Creek Hollow when she came back

looking for a @Gannet if/when you have time :3

true to his word, gannet had visited often since ashlar's birth, bringing food, offering conversation, and now the boy was a month old and quite fond of the kind, pale man. mona too had grown fond of gannet, though she was always careful to couch it in a consistent sort of gratitude.
today mona lay outside her den, blinking dozily in the april sun to which little @Ashlar had already succumbed. he slept curled inside the den, where a ray of warmth puddled around his small body. the young mayfair's jaws split in a wide yawn; she lay her muzzle across her forepaws and soon joined him in a light slumber.