Mekoa saw the wolf and human, if one could call it that, standing near the doorway. Yet she did nothing. She would intervene when she was needed, not wanted. She saw a flicker of a shadow pass over the floor and her head skipped a beat, only to thud against her chest with increased speed. It was not one of the horses, for they were away from the door. She had heard no other animals, except the ones inside the building. "Lort," she cursed. This was not good. Then she heard the chattering bills that sent a chill down her spine.