She nods. And there are ways to hide a scent. She knows that. She's run across it before. "I've heard of the things in the woods." Her teeth worry her bottom lip for a moment. "I've smelled the big predators. And their kills." Which had bothers her, but she's never been a fan of the scent of entrails, no matter how much she can ignore it.

"I -" She stops herself, frowning for a moment. "Is there anyone else that I should be wary of?" Brigid will obey any order given to her. And what better Alpha could be asked for than St. Raphael.