Her temper flared, a bad trait she had inherited from her father, but she was more thankful that they had turned the spears on her and not Elena and the wolves.  "I can understand you need.  But I can't let you harm them or take them.". She heard the whimpers and cries and she glanced at the wolves and then back at the hunters, her hands held up and out in a gesture of nonaggression.  "How much do you want for them?"