Felltree Marsh She can wait if she wants

He looked more sorry than anything, when she mentioned a packmate had been killed. She sensed he might not have a vengeful spirit, and might not fit in very well with the wolves of the Rise. If she brought back a wolf who would eventually run and cower in fear, it would tarnish her reputation. 

Given that she didn't find him fit for their standards, she quickly found herself wanting to be rid of him so she could perhaps go searching for another. "Mmm. Well, keep your eyeth peeled. Thea'th a white wolf, with yellow eyeth. She'th mean, an' hath attacked a whole bunch of wolvth in the patht." She was exaggerating a bit- but as far as she knew, the white wolf had killed twice, so she had likely a worse history than that. "Anyhow. I told my Fatha I'd be back about thith time, tho I gotta get movin'. But thankth for thcoutin' with me, Dashuh," She said, with a wave of her tail.