Lost Creek Hollow yeh you've had enough

it was the reek of fox that drew mona. though the girl thought fondly of the homba she had hunted with piper, the common vulpine was a threat to cubs and cache alike. scarlet hackles bristling, mona padded quickly through the underbrush toward the scent of it, lithe body tensed to attack should she spot the tell-tale hue of the would-be thief.
but it was not a fox who bore the scent; it was terance, his large, scarred frame moving deliberately through the wood. mona's head lifted sharply; she regarded him with no small amount of timidity, but it was interest that brought her to his side. it seemed he had slain one of the pests, and her plume waved affably at her heels. "there was a glade of them near bearclaw; i saw foxes too often for my liking."
her tone was casual; mona hoped terance could not hear the horrid thud of her heart beneath her crimson coat.