Hushed Willows Let go of the moment that life makes you hold

The look she was given was returned in kind with a raised eyebrow. She didn't know who this wolf was and they didn't even have the decency of telling her their name or if they have any relationship with the pack. Maybe she could help in her part of calling over one of the higher-ups. But instead, they shot her a nasty look like she's supposed to know them already.

"Obviously not, if you can't keep a single wolf safe here,"

      Her eyes narrowed and lips twitched slightly, threatening to curl up into a fang barred snarl. She didn't know whether that was a mockery or not. The wound was still fresh and she was still grieving. To have the gall to say such a thing, she felt like she had every right to go over and tear their tongue out, just to see if they would still have such sharp words to say then.

      But she's not that kind of wolf. She couldn't say for other wolves though...

She snouts loudly before looking to Atwood as he pouts, saying that he's a ghost, "Atwood, he's no ghost. Trust me. They aren't physical. They're... felt more than they're seen." She said before nudging Atwood away from the borders with her snout, "Now come on. Back to the Dens. Before someone finds you missing."