Had James tried to hug her he would have got a face full of sledgehammer. That just wasn't how their relationship with each other worked. If he was ever soft with her she would half expect him to be a skinwalker, some ugly face stealing monster.
His words struck a chord in Lettie and she let out a barking laugh and pushed James. "Himself? Your really think the asshole wolf in my head is male?" She cut her eyes at him and just shook her head and said something mumbled in her native tongue.
She had stepped a few paces away but stopped. "I won't need shoes will I?" The pain was already neatly packed up or well on its way to being so. Lettie was fine with ignoring it for a bit rather than wrapping it tightly around herself like she had been doing of late.