Ah, so that's it. She's kept herself apart and now she's afraid, and it's easier to place the blame on him, on what he might do, then to blame herself for being unknown to them. Of course, if most of them don't know her, she could simply hide among them. But then she would have to hide, and Siffleur has done that all his life, and he knows intimately how exhausting and lonely and isolating it is to hide yourself.

"Will killing me make them like you?" He asks the wolf. "Will they see my blood on your hands and know you're fighting with them? Or will you wait until I eat one of them first, so they know I was a threat when you killed me?"