Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

Moorhen held still while Venninne made her friendliness clear. They were friends, so Moorhen didn't take offence when her submission was spotty and incomplete. Her own posture relaxed somewhat in response, the fur of her back slowly lying back where it belonged, only to fly up once more when she turned to face the younger wolf. A pale girl with a scarred face, and something wrong with her paw.

Compassion was not an emotion that came naturally to the girl. Perhaps, if she grew possessive enough over Maegi, she might one day feel concern or even sorrow over her deformities. For now, it was only something that set her apart from the average wolf, something that made Moorhen feel anxious and therefore aggressive.

"Naame?" she asked the girl, pressing forward into Maegi's personal space, demanding submission to a higher degree than what Venninne had displayed. Yakone, for the moment, was forgotten. Moorhen didn't consider her an individual and had decided to leave her orientation to her mother.