There was an unusual hacking that caused her to glance up, searching for its source with a mild curiosity, and her blue-green eyes caught the mage again - once again giving that look that would make one think she was looking into their soul, and perhaps doubly unsettling as they still looked human, despite her canine form now. The poor thing was too nervous and she could smell it on him, bringing forth a rumbling chuckle as her head dropped back down to her page and jotted a quick note.<br/><br/>Her clawed hand reached to bring her glass to her lips, tipping her head back as she got in a good mouthful of her poison of choice, licking her maw to collect what was left on her lips as she set the glass down. She noted it was already half-emptied with one sip and would be sure to ask for a larger glass to accommodate her. She scratched out a word and replaced it immediately, followed by working on a picture to accompany whatever it was she was writing about.<br/><br/>Her ears perked to listen in on the owl when he began his monologue to the elf about the boy. Such an unusual creature. A mage who had been changed permanently? Certainly a curse. She immediately didn't trust this creature, unless he had a perfectly good reason for being cursed. Most people who were cursed half of the time deserved it, anyway. The Worgen snorted audibly at her thoughts and blocked them out to hear the man stammer and stutter his introduction. All she could think to herself at that point was, 'The poor dear...' She would've almost half bet that the elf would try and bite his hand off, bit this perhaps was her own malice giving the woman too much credit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>