Bearclaw Valley my moon, oh my moon

there were the children of laurel and xan here. mona watched and presently a pup emerged, rife with long, thick fur, the glint of blue eyes, and a rotund build. not long after they had seen one another, the child approached with the usual unconscious lack of fear possessed by the very young. 
plume lapping at her heels, mona lowered her muzzle to regard the child and take his scent, if permitted. "do what?" she inquired, perplexed but charmed. while the lone pup born to indra and tadec might always hold a place of higher affection and familiarity in her heart, the other children of the valley had captured her completely. 
"what is your name? mine is mona," she trilled some moments later, settling her haunches against the ground and pushing the pelt forward for his inspection, wondering excitedly what he would make of it.