Lost Creek Hollow i'm not, what you think you can see

Ok so he didn't seem to be sulking as much, but she was expecting a snappy reply, not that.  Whether she was purposely ignoring that he was referring to her specifically rather than in a more generic use of "you" or just hadn't thought of it, who knew, but she did respond with a not-so-serious frown, Oh come on, I don't think there's much thinking involved. Here you are, on your own, at the top of the pyramid with room for other leaders should you add them...  If that doesn't get you attention whether you want it or not, I'll eat a pile of leaves.  Because honestly I don't know what the wolf equivalent of a hat would be.

Then again, this was also Treason.  She approached things analytically and occasionally ignored things that didn't seem relevant.  On paper and along a similar vein, she should be the most eligible bachelorette, but that hadn't even crossed her mind.  Which on one hand was probably fair, as it wasn't like she was some super hot social butterfly going out of her way to make men drool.  She just existed.  She existed and hunted, the question was always what she would find.