Wheeling Gull Isle trinity

before heda could react, mo dodged out in front of she and bartholomew. the young hunter drew up sharply, the breath leaving her lips. the dark man warned them both, then sought to draw the animal's attention.
heda barked to draw mo's attention, jerking herself toward the boy and seeking to cut him off before he came into harm's way. "pick a doe!" she said to him, motioning to the white tails bounding up the greenhills. "not him. he can hurt you."
she dodged out again, golden eyes seeking to draw the antlers her way now.