Wheeling Gull Isle renege

Moorhen recognized Mou from his last stint in Undersea. He was one of the ones that had Left, so Moorhen already thought very little of him. When she spied him removing wood from the island with Lucas, her opinion of him had plummeted further, and now? As he came forward and began disassembling her master work?

Moorhen let out a volley of violent, berating barks, swarming down the pile to meet the other wolf head on. Yet, he was one of her own, and one of Coelacanth's chosen wards, so she kindly refrained from making a lunge for him. Instead, she tried to insert herself between boy and wood pile, her whole spine a mess of bristling fur, eyes glinting bloodily in the sunlight and nose wrinkled in deep distaste.

Mou no, she rumbled, holding herself stiffly. Mine.

In the rush, she'd lost track of her bone, having dropped it somewhere atop her pile.