Sleeping Dragon The rocky road to Dublin

Don't start, you annoying vixen! Foxglove mentally hushed Junebell, who apparently was telling rather smugly that she had noticed the heavy scent of a pack before. And how does that help me now? Bother your mind with that problem.

Outwardly Foxglove's expression wore a neutral and mildly curious mask. She took in the information provided carefully, eyed the pale wolf, who was lingering in the distance, a little warily and then gave a quick little smile to the dark wolf, who seemed to be the one in charge here. 

"Should I remove myself or I will be removed?" in other words - am I free to go or am I meant to be eaten?