Stella doesn't see the problem with the wolves. The ones that snap and growl at her get her own teeth barred and a growl, plus she raises her head over them, establishing her dominance. She smiles when some of them begin to whine. Giving them the rest of the dear carcass is what she wants to do, except Lina's shrill screams draw her attention. She winces when Dagger chews the woman out, even though it had heard her ears as well. "Guard what's on the fire," she tells Dagger. Walking over to the dear carcass she easily drags it outside the cave, where she leaves it for the pack to eat. A couple nudge and lick her on the way out. Stellla sits back down besides the fire and checks on their dinners. "They wouldn't have harmed you. Real wolves can pick out a werewolf a mile away." She pauses for a second, remembering a tragic detail. "The vampires who attacked my pack used wolves to find us." With that she took a huge bite out of the hot dripping meat.