"True, but he's a dog, Atlas. He's a pet. You need to talk to people. You can't lock yourself up." Wasn't that ironic coming from him? He had cut every tie that made him weak, but he was already older, with a solid set of morals to guide him through.
He smacked the back of Atlas' head, not caring if he was hangover. "That's exactly what you do, because friends do help you no matter what you think."
Ronan still didn't think that this woman deserved all of this attention. "She's overreacting, and she doesn't seem to understand what you're saying. I'd suggesting sending her a few books on werewolves." He didn't point out that her ignorance was no excuse for what she was doing to Atlas. "In the end, though, if she won't listen, then you should move on."