Throughout the day, there's been an ever present anger burning inside her. She wants blood, and a handful of humans won't stop her from it. Now, though, irritation is putting a damper on that anger. She's done playing nice all the time.

She leans over, as if to see past the little group into the woods. Still dark and foreboding. No sign or sound of a wolf. "Yeah, not much of a team player." This is said while she leans back, raising her eyebrows. "I'm impressed, though. Everyone jumping to defend a monster's honor, don't see that much where I come from."

It's true enough. If she'd been human, the wolf would have killed her. It was by sheer luck she even managed to get away, but luck's always been her best friend. "I'm a firm believer in quid pro quo. And this is my version of it."