Hushed Willows my heart is my armor

She was not aware of the other wolf nearby, having been so preoccupied with her hunt. And then there was a scuffle behind her. Tavi turned sharply to witness the tawny wolf chowing down upon something, and her brow furrowed. She thought of Reek, remembering the nickname she had once fondly given him - but the connection vanished swiftly as the stranger made to order her about. 

Go? she murmured, turning to look out at the storm cloud as it approached, but she didn't move. There was work for her to do, and time was running out. Why run from some bad weather? Tavi snorted softly and shook her head, ears falling back against it. I can't, I have too much to do. Her babies were not going to be born in the Crook surrounded by strangers, she wouldn't allow it. Instead of heeding the other girl's words, Tavi began to march beyond them, leaving them to chew at whatever critter they had pounced.