Fox's Glade i had held it a world away

the girl nodded, and mona fell to the task of navigating the shadows. this was what they both needed, she thought, the cold air bringing to her the scent of fox. yet it was not any fox for whom mona and piper searched that evening, but the homba, a fierce and magickal beast whose lore had been imparted to mona by tadec.
tadec, coywolf mystic, and since she considered indra her sister, that made the man her brother-in-law. warmed through by the realization of family, mona lifted her muzzle to scent the air, glancing sideways at piper to see what she made of the darkness.
a high-pitched, yipping cry broke through the darkness, and faded, swiftly followed by another, and then a lower call, more a crooning howl. mona's hackles prickled with delight: could this be the creature itself?