"And go where?" She muttered into the duvet as she turned over on her stomach burying her face there. "The cow would probably put up a ban to drag all 'english werewolves' back to Engald to be dealt with properly." She spit angrily, moving to cross her arms, slipping them under her prostrate head.
"Nevermind I'm not technically English..." She really did mutter under her breath before sighing and rolling over, propping herself up on elbows.