Wheeling Gull Isle Another second lost with every falling grain

getting this in my threadlog

She had been put in charge in the leaders' absence, and while she kind of resented them for it, it was also nice to pick up the duties of which she'd been accustomed to at Blackfeather Woods. Alas, Maegi was becoming more pregnant by the day, and that slowed her down considerably. By the time she arrived, Mou was there, and she gave him a gentle butt of her head to the shoulder before looking ahead. 

Her blood froze. 

Mou, she said quietly, from the corner of her mouth. Step back. Go back to the den.

But what good would it do? The enemy was already here. Their jig was up. Her eyes raked over the rounded, sodden golden form. She'd recognize her anywhere. She'd counted this woman chief among her nemeses for many seasons now. 

She squared her shoulders, striding forward and giving the Redhawk a gimlet stare. What is your business here?

As if she were any other wolf, simply seeking refuge.