Wheeling Gull Isle renege

Hey! she snarled, twisting this way and that to try and block his advancement toward the pile. The wolf was thriftier than her, however, and slipped past to make another grab for her pile. No! she snapped again, more firmly this time, and launched herself at Mou to try and force him bodily away.

Although the clash of their bodies was harsh, Moorhen's jaws were harmless as they made grabs for his scruff, his legs, his ears - whatever was in reach. Mine, she stressed, her voice sulky. Made it. My wood.

She'd worked for hours on this, and now Mou thought he could just dismantle it like a dumb younger brother turning the hose on a masterful box fort? Hell to the no! Moorhen wasn't going to let that happen, and certainly not without putting up a fight.