She shivers and clenches her hands together. "A hunter?" It's almost a squeak.

Without the protection of the pack, she's exposed, in danger. Brigid swallows hard and closes her eyes. An immediate prayer is thought of - asking for help in protecting herself. Normally, they don't have any problems, but there have been incidents of hunters simply going after those they think might become a danger. Something she could definitely be since there was no Alpha to cleave to.

Blood sigils. Like the ones used to repel the Angels and protect the first born sons. "Like Passover?" She has to ask, to distract herself from the terror of the thought of a hunter being here.

Who could it be?