Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

if there was one thing mona was not, it was hierarchal. 
aware of her position in the ranks laid out by terance and treason, it had still never been a reason for the little redbird to flaunt herself over another. she supposed by that alone, she would make a poor leader indeed. and yet delight had not been such a creature, nor terance, it seemed. however, he had not earned those scars through being weak, determined the girl.
anytime now, they would depart for the pack where the dark man's ex-mate resided. truth be told, mona was rather intrigued by the prospect of meeting her, the helen-beauty, surely, who had claimed his heart at one time. her own romantic soul promised it would be a meeting of fate.
warmed by this, mona came across the straight-backed nunataq. worry creased her brow, for indra and laurel had gone, and she wondered how the children left behind fared. however, it was the ragged gunmetal creature who gathered most of her focus. stepping up behind the girl, slightly to the right, mona waved her plume warily. "hello," she greeted the thin creature, distress for his well-being coming to rest upon her countenance.