Totoka River foam on the waves

Moorhen paused her ministrations when she caught sight of an unfamiliar wolf. It was a mark of how frazzled she'd become that her first thought was What a strange-looking wolf, rather than INTRUDER ALERT! ALL SYSTEMS GO! In fact, for a moment, Moorhen simply watched her forage, feeling as though there were something she ought to be doing but -

The creamy fur along her spine began to bristle and quill as her usual prickliness began to resurface. Never mind the wolf's appearance - what was she looking for? Moorhen had been careful to keep her mission under wraps, lest unsavory characters hear there was a lost child in the area and come to check it out. But that didn't mean it was impossible that the woman had heard, and the stranger looked just thin enough to want to make a meal out of a child.

Moorhen stood, ears flickering restlessly atop her head as she observed the stranger, trying to discern her intentions through the fatigue-glazed filter over her eyes.