Wheeling Gull Isle healing

She smelled the female before she saw her, her head trained in the scent’s direction. She saw movement between the trees and watched alertly. She was incredibly aware how vulnerable she was right now, what with her shoulder out of commission until it healed as much as it was going to heal. If she got up now, she would risk tearing the wound open all over again. She prayed fervently that whoever was nearby was friendly and not out to attack a downed wolf. She watched as the female appeared through the trees and… turned her head as that female moved… straight past her? Had she not seen her laying there?

“Oi!” she called, and then whistled to get the female’s attention. [Oh my God, Strand, what are you doing. Are you trying to piss off another random wolf? After you just said you were vulnerable right now? Wow okay.] All thoughts for her own safety went out the window at the idea that she had just been ignored. “What are you doing on my island?” she demanded, her pale golden eyes hard and even as she stared at the girl. She felt slightly more confident about this confrontation because this girl looked even younger than her. She could certainly take a pup, even a nearly-adult one. [Except you can’t cos your shoulder is wrecked omg.]