Okay. Ruse up. Mercy straightened her back. "The wolves from where I am, they can retain their awareness. It's possible. The Marrok is excellent at control. But it's hard to maintain." Easy enough to explain. "And if they come after you out of control, it can be bad."
It wasn't that she was afraid of werewolves. She'd practically grown up around them. She just also didn't trust the ones she didn't know. Here, she guessed her rules were changing a little.
"No," she said. "I smell different because I'm different." There was no use hiding it now, not if the werewolf could smell the difference on her. That wouldn't fade. It was Mercy's base scent. "I'm not a werewolf, but I'm not a human, either." Ruse definitely up. But she didn't have to come right out and admit it.
At least she got to hold on to one last secret. Right?