Blackfeather Woods holy water can not help you now

the morning finds her on the borders, sniffing at the old scent of coyote. it's been a day since they took one of moonshadow's brood, and while she does not particularly care, she half-hopes they'll come back. it's the boy's fault, anyways - no coyote would have taken her from the wood; she'd have killed it, first. she supposes this only means less competition. Hela's surfing high on youthful invincibility, and thinks that if only she could find one of the intruders, she could fight it and prove her worth to the woods. to Maegi. 

something moves in the close-growing trees on the other side of the border; she raises her muzzle carefully to glare out into the emptiness. a long second passes, two, and there is only silence. "hey!" she barks, firm, but whatever is out there doesn't respond. marching over the border, tail curled high like Maegi's when she greets strangers here, she peers behind each tree, certain that none will escape her investigation.