Cricket Creek Bog war tongues flickered about that dirty old church mouth

Would you mind if we moved this to right before Tindómë's move?

They wouldn't have to suffer in seclusion for much longer, thankfully. Delight had already sent Jomyo out to find a new territory for the wolves of Tindómë to claim, which meant that they would be moving any day now. Queenie was tired of marking borders that no one ever crossed; it made her feel unaccomplished as a mercenary, as if her work was a game.

I am not a joke, Queenie thought bitterly as she wandered aimlessly around the Tuktu. Getting out of the forest was what she needed to level herself sometimes, and she was confident that Delight understood. Besides, being alone gave her the chance to encounter some particularly trying (and educational) experiences.

A familiar scent wafter past Queenie's flared nostrils. Those light eyes of hers began darting left to right in search of its source, though she couldn't quite place it. I know you, she thought to herself, though she was becoming increasingly unsure.