Bearclaw Valley my moon, oh my moon

for a moment, mona was unsure whether or not she would be able to extricate lucas. however, their combined efforts brought the boy out of his hidey-hole. he pressed against her, and the girl struggled with only a moment of hesitation before leaning forward to kiss the top of his head, between his velveteen ears. "good job!" she congratulated her partner in crime — was that allowed? was she allowed to be affectionate with kids who were not hers? was that weird?? — before bending into a playbow.
"you wanna race back to the den?" the mayfair purled when he had presumably turned to face her. more than happy to play with the boy longer, mona nevertheless thought it was time for the both of them to quit this tree and its puppy-clasping abilities.