Maheegan had crouched and then was knocked to her side by the impact of a wolf's foot right on her stomach as the pack thundered past. The force of it rolled her violently and sent her straight into a tree, where the shock of it changed her right there. Right in front of Kiyiya. All those years of stealth and care taken, all for nothing... 

Dazed, she pricked her ears and raised her head at the sound of her name. Her wolf form was small, gangly. Clearly a juvenile, as her human form was. She had large floppy paws and big ears, and her round yellow eyes shone with fear as they stared at Kiyiya. He could kill her now, or worse, he could run in fear, and that would hurt more than any knife could. Her friend. Afraid of her. Afraid of what she really was. 

Her gaze then followed the large group of wolves. That was unusual behavior.