The werewolf slowly lifts herself off the ground, eying the three Draiss' with a wary hunter's eye, like she might watch an animal that could kill her if it struck her wrong. "The girl is too weak to bring herself to death. If she tried, it would mean she was no longer fighting me, and I would stake over and stop her." She gives him a grin with fangs. "You pack is weak, like her; they slay my kin, but spare her, because she is so helpless. Fools and weaklings, they should have gutted her on the spot, so that our blood would be spilled with the rest of the pack, or I might have had a chance to fight, before the end. Instead, I am now a prisoner of a pack of weaklings."