Redhawk Caldera Luck be a lady

Rosalyn had been intentional in her avoidance of his question... like with Red, and with Pan earlier, she saw no point in giving her name to a wolf who would likely never see her again.  In her explanation she thought she'd made perfectly clear all the important points; she was simply delivering his packmate and would be going now.  Her judgement of others was something she trusted and he didn't seem the type who could be suckered out of much.

When his confusion on the matter continued, she irritably wondered if maybe she'd thought too soon.  Perhaps he wasn't particularly bright after all.  "I helped him home, and now I'm leaving," she said plainly, her own patience ebbing.  "He got into something bad and seems to be getting better, but should still see a healer."  As I said before.  Clearly.  Yet she bit her tongue on this.  He might be slow, but he was larger than she and this was his turf.

She only repeated because she knew Pan shouldn't speak much.  And this was also the only reason she hesitated before turning to leave.  She appreciated the white wolf's concern, but ignored his request, just as the other guy had.  She was in no mood to beg for handouts - too much effort for today.  And she had some measure of pride, if only small.