Wheeling Gull Isle the woes of the fool

Strand’s entire world was suddenly thrown off-balance. She had no idea what happened, but her head spun as her face was slammed into the sand. She groaned, inhaled sand, and coughed, attempting to struggle to her paws. But there was a presence looming over her. The pregnant woman had her pinned. “Get off me, you bitch!” she yelled, inhaling to scream more insults and swallowing more sand. She gagged, dribbling spit laced with sand out of her mouth and tried to wrench away from the dark woman, getting her back paws underneath her at the very least.