Dawnlark Plains the theory of everything

belatedly, mona realized this would draw the very same unwanted attention which she had evaded in the past days, and whirled desperately to search for the daunting shades of which she dreaded discovery. there were none, however, only the rise of her own perfume upon the air and the incredulous look in the seagreen eyes of the gunmetal man she had met upon the coast.
oh! it was he for whom she was searching, and while mona did not understand why, the sight of the oceanwolf set her frayed nerves to calming, quelled her with a cool sense of relief. gleefully, she darted for him, ears flickering back to cup her delicate skull as she crept through the snow on shaking limbs to regard him with no small amount of delight.
"i want —" and then nothing, for her wants were fickle and boneless things, unsupportable by words. it was good to see him, so very good, and mona found herself strengthening in his presence.