Stone Circle we clean up and now it's time to learn

The approach of someone had her fur stand on end, though she was quick to recognize the footfalls of Murdock. She blinked at him as he slid in beside her, and though the threats of the male still echoed in her head, she could not stop herself from blurting, "he had a head! a wolf head, and I - he said - a cannibal!" She spluttered in a rush, her tongue beginning to ooze profusely again. Trembling still, she moved to clean the blood from her coat until realization finally set in that her efforts did little besides spread the stuff around. 

His words did serve to calm he, however, and her thoughts gradually returned as she abruptly pushed her muzzle into his shoudler, his scent serving as a kind of magnet for her emotions, pulling the together and having her bite down the words that bit at her tongue, afraid suddenly of what to say, what to do.