Wheeling Gull Isle renege

Moorhen also did not play very often. When she did, it was games with the guppies that she was able to lord over. Playing with an age mate was a relatively novel experience, and not one she was sure she liked. At any rate, it had left her mentally and emotionally exhausted - enough that she could only watch sourly as he made another bid for her wood pile. She made to follow half a step behind, but when he popped out on the other side, she merely took ownership over her bone once more and sank down to her haunches to guard it, watching Mou with a gimlet stare.

There was just no winning with him. Not without using real violence, and Moorhen was not an impetuous youth any more. She wouldn't attack a pack mate just because they were touching her things and making her feel small - not one that had ingratiated himself to Coelacanth, at least.