Haunted Wood now it's three in the morning

the woman's jaw harden, and she issues a petty warning. hela longs to do the same, but her expression remains neutral. "they'd be long gone by now if it took only a howl to scare them off." she answers. they're far enough away to spook, anyways; barely on the fringes of her vision. it's a jab at her, then, for now she will bear it. 

she nods her head, accepting the woman's analysis. "gather the rest when you see an opportunity. I'll spread the word." she won't be as outright with the woman as she'd been with Valour; there was no friendship to be recovered with her, or had in the first place. there are other options to consider, should the female continue to be a possible threat—but the promise of a meal for the pack is much more pressing in the moment.