The Tangle You're dead, Gwen Stacy

Gwen's eyes only continued to narrow and her hackles began to rise. "Much? Much trouble?" She let out a small growl and muttered "You......." she began, the memory previously poking at her now was closer, so close she felt like she could reach out and grab it, yet it was just out of her reach. It was the only thing keeping her in the presence of this strangely intimidating wolf. The white female still backed away and prepared to fight or flee, depending on this wolf's next move.