Bitterroot Valley a tornado trapped in the skin of a girl

Information.

She comes to a stop in the snow, lifting her head and glaring at him. His words rub her the wrong way and she takes a second to bite back the first thing that comes to her mind. If he hadn't been in the middle of what had transpired among the new wolves trying to move in, she might have a friendlier consideration. However, he isn't a wolf on her borders seeking to solely join Drageda but searching for something useful to him.

And for what?

"No," she then decides. Information. Her name. All of it.  Jim won't be useful to her. She doesn't trust him and he's lucky enough she's sparing him in her return for helping get the notion across to the other two dark wolves. "Find another pack to weasel information from, you're not welcome at Drageda," she tells him before she picks up her stride again and makes her way home.

Is this short enough? 8)