He snorted.
"Dad'll likely want to keep you around, train you and teach you to be a wolf. With the rogues attacking humans more often, we're being hunted down as well. Our numbers are dwindling and all wolves are valuable. Even ones who don't know how to be a wolf."
She ignored the shot.
"Rogues?"
"Rogues, pure-blooded wolves. No human in them. Those are the ones who attack villages and farmsteads. We're mistaken for them, even though we're nothing alike."
"How so?"
Wow, he was fast.
He took one stride for every two of hers and she was almost running to keep up with him.
"Well, we avoid humans as much as we can, for starters. We don't have any need for their animals or food or whatever else. We do like their weapons and it's easier to trade with them than steal or make our. That's our only interaction with them," he answered.
His voice was monotone, as if it wasn't anything interesting.
Isla found it fascinating.