Wheeling Gull Isle like the sand on my feet

Oh, no. Not again. Strangers - this time, so many! - appeared, and Haoming did not like it one single bit. How was she to know this many wolves existed, much less such big ones? This was beyond unacceptable, and the spotted girl wrinkled her nose at the approachers. 

A light growl formed in her chest and she snarled - or, at least, the closest she could get to it - at the strangers, fur along her nape rising in fury. She barely even registered her mother - traitor - lick the top of her head. She'd done it again, after all, with the inviting strangers over, and that was Very Bad in Haoming's book.