Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

There was too much scent and motion to keep track of everything. One moment, she was pressing toward the pale girl, and then Venninne was between them, Venninne was lunging, was dancing away, was submitting - "Um!" the girl demanded, bristling as she looked between the three wolves - her friend's wily actions, the pup's roly-poly smallness, the pale girl's indifference. Moorhen's anxiety rose.

"Maegi," she barked, her voice commanding. Pay attention to me, she wanted to order, disliking all that was happening right under her nose - it was too much to follow in such a stressful situation. The girl smoothed a lick over Venninne's muzzle and moved toward Maegi again, her stance tight and anxious but her actions gentler than they'd been a moment before. She jabbed her muzzle against Maegi's shoulder, her side, pressing for more showy submission from the girl.