Oh, that... that stings. That stings more than she expected it to. Here she is, not one thing or another, not properly wild or properly tame, not human or elf or wolf or anything at all, and all she really wants is to know that people like her.

So that feels like maybe no one ever will, when possibly the closest thing she's ever met to a creature like her calls her 'strange.'

"They don't know me yet," she snarls, "most of them. I don't know anything about peace, but I want them to know I am fighting with them, and not against them."