Stone Circle can we keep her?

The woman seemed to doubt her words, and Poppy's ears fluttered downward a little anxiously. "yes, miss I-" But she trailed off, for already Valette was listing the terms of her stay to Murdock. She'd have to catch all her own food, something she didn't mind all that much; she'd done that so far. But she couldn't help but feel but the woman didn't like her much, especially as the leader continued. Don't get attached - what did that mean? And the latter had her eyes round with fear and worry, her stomach drop like a stone. not food? Did wolves truly eat dogs? Her mother had said the wretched creatures ate anything that moved, but she hadn't really believed it. 

She was shocked into silence, able only to blink at the woman while her perfect fantasy of her life here cracked. Even the pup eyed her in a way that said she most definitely was not fond of her, and the sheepdog's ears flicked back uncertainly. Good gods, she was going to be eaten. Her fear lifted when Murdock spoke for her, and gratitude flushed through her, stance uncertain still. He spoke next to the pup that eyed her still, and Poppy tried for a nervous little smile, skin prickling.