Aylia pours her own orange juice before taking a seat at the table. "Basically," she answers him. "It's not your fault they do that stuff. It's not like you can control what they do." Out of curiosity, Aylia puts a grape into her hand to see if the wolves would eat it. A small smile crosses her face when one of them licks it up. It widens when a cold wet nose pushes against her hands for more. She hopes that Whitewolf or Fang doesn't mind them eating from the table. The wolves take turns eating the grapes from Aylia's hands. A couple of them give Fang begging looks.