hate is a strong word

"I am," she rejoined, without batting an eye. "My pack, they are lunatics. Mad. They make me hurt myself," she threw a foreleg out for him to examine. The sociopath looked at his forehead, so as to not look him in the eye. "Over and over. Initiation," she shuddered, and closed her eyes tightly.

"I am a mountaineer. I can navigate better than anyone. Find lost things," she paused, "Things that need looking for. Some that you did not even know you sought." The witch surveyed him, impassive, but submissive.