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She deserves it.

If she had been the sort to go about dumping her problems on the world, she may have explained that she was feeling a little bit lost. She wasn't certainly lost when it came to following a physical path, no, but on the grand scheme of other things, she was more than definitely lost. It was that sense of being adrift on a proverbial sea that troubled her, though Echelon could not have properly found a way to describe it that didn't make her sound weak and insignificant to herself. Instead she huffed, insulted by the implication that he thought she was lost.

"Why don't you get lost," she murmured, not so much under her breath. And then, louder: "I don't need your help. I'm busy." Just as she had been busy when he had come across her, stalking her like some cretin set on figuring out where she was currently housing herself. At that moment, Echelon had no qualms about likening him to a creep plotting to peek in her windows later on. If she had a home to go to, and preferably one with windows.

"Don't you have something to do be doing? Some pack border you should be watching?" Her questions came out cold and rough, wondering how long she could keep from whirling on him and giving him a reason to be hanging around her. Teeth set to tear a little flesh from bone would probably give him notion enough to head off. Then again, he could have surprised her and fought back. That notion was not something she was keen on investigating at length.