The irritation of not getting to their pray was lessened considerably by her last words. The mere thought that she would think her lover - her mate - would attack her... oh they had to be able to use that somehow against the sorry excuse for a werewolf that was Lupin.
He'd surely be tormented by it if he knew.
She looked at her mate, offering him the gestures he needed to calm himself before he headed out to continue their run. Shaking herself she shook off the last of her irritation, then headed after him, running fast as they left the torn apart house behind them and headed towards the forest.