She skids out of the woods, claws scraping against the ground. Brigid growls and her eyes glow blue. Backing away, Brigid huffs out an annoyed sound. An Alpha and an Angel. She can't take them both on. Wolf she may have become, but she's not suicidal.

Her feet remain light on the ground, ready to run at any movement at all. Her eyes flick back and forth between the pair. A noise off to her right sends her into flight on all fours. She's not sticking around.

... Then, she howls, trying to call her pack, to see if they're anywhere near. It only sets off the direwolves.