Redhawk Caldera i've been watching your kindness keep

no problem!

as she waited primly alongside the borders, mona found her thoughts traveling to nathaniel, with a little flare of heat that warmed her redfurred face. yet, ironically enough, just when the mayfair girl would have settled to let her imagination run wild, a woman appeared near the borders. despite her limp, the wolfess' beauty was clear, a dazzling creature of charcoal and soft lines — mona swallowed nervously and tried to pause the anxious flexing of her small red paws.
"hello," mona began, hoping desperately her nerve would not fail her now. "i ... what is this place called? i'm looking for information about someone who might have lived here, long ago."
a sudden and odd fear gripped her; mona glanced at the ground for a long moment before lifting her gaze back to the woman who waited for answers. "lasher mayfair. i'm his daughter, mona." his daughter. what an odd thing to say; and guilt followed as the faces of rowan and casmir swam before her mind's eye.