Emberflame Ridge oh wrap the ground around

he moved closer, and though mona's body tensed instinctively, his plush fur provided a budding warmth that soon stilled the mayfair's shaking. warduna. the name was foreign and exciting; she felt her was very boring. because she was little more than a curious child in this moment, mona glanced over his features again.
"what ... what were you doing on the ridge?" the girl piped after an awkward moment. she wasn't even sure he wanted to make conversation, but mona simply could not keep from chattering when she was nervous. it was one of her many bad habits she had resolved to break.