Wheeling Gull Isle renege

There was a whirl of motion and sound as the pair clashed, Moorhen grrizzling both to herself and against Mou while the male huffed out a laugh that only further incensed the banded woman, even despite the innocent sound of it. She couldn't believe that he was enjoying being berated like this, and it made her vision turn as red as her eyes for one agonizing moment.

The bone skittered away from them, but Moorhen remained with Mou, delivering several swift and bruising nips to his person as she tried to assert herself, her posture board-straight as she stood between him and the bone, angry snarls ripping from her throat.