Bearclaw Valley and when we burst, start over, oh darling

mona needn't have beseeched indra to listen without judgment, although at certain points of the mayfair's narrative her gaze swept up in knots of confusion, or she blinked and processed words that meant something significant to the auburn she-wolf, and very little to indra. she felt her stomach stir as the girl held back stifled tears; it did not sit well with the redleaf to see mona so distressed.

the collar - indra had not thought of it, admittedly, in months - nor had she thought of the packmate who also donned such an unfortunate circlet about her neck like a sinister torc.

at mona's lasts words indra glanced sharply upwards, her eyes narrowed in a defiant scowl. "you're not pathetic." she insisted, her ears swept back and a sigh hanging on her lips. "life is just hard. i do not know any of these names - other than the one you mentioned before, nathaniel. but i will hold them close in case i ever run across them, for you. do you have plans to find them?"