Brigid ducks her head. If she had a tail, it would be between her legs. She crouches low to the forest floor, a purely wolf instinct in light of an alpha's annoyance. Her fangs recede, but her claws remain, dug into the soft loam of the earth.

"Her disrespect is... grating." Not a lie. Not the whole truth, but not a lie. She doesn't know what the whole truth is right now. "And the full moon is near." Another piece to the puzzle that she hasn't put together yet. She's worried about the full moon with an Alpha around. She wants one, but at the same time... he isn't hers.

It's all she has, though, all she can say, right now.