King Elk Forest the sweet relief of knowing nothing comes for free

delight did not comment on mona's whisper, and it was just as well; she could not explain her conception of delight as a great-hearted wolf, simply that his very nature, his aloof growth, the warmth of his eyes — all these had engendered in the girl a deep conviction regarding delight's purity. and mona was not a girl easily swayed.
her leader's answer regarding mato was enigmatic. mona watched with some small ache the way delight gave nothing, and yet everything. on an impulse, mona reached to kiss the rich sable fur of his cheek with a brief press of her lips, wishinng to buoy him in some way, even if she did not truly understand. "love is difficult."