She listened to his words and took them in with silence, working them over her mind. Obviously, he had been accused of something very dire to have been exiled from the pack, leading her to wonder what exactly it had been, but knew better to think that he would be willing to offer those details to two complete strangers, no matter what food he may obtain in the long run from it. She wonders how everyone and everything had been against him and, had he not done this crime, how could he not find evidence of his innocence? But the woman knew better to be so fickle as to assume his previous packmates correct. And, personally, had he done wrong it would have not mattered. It was a business of his past which, if he did not allow it, would not change the path he made for himself now.
She lingers silently on whilst he made his retreat, her silvery vision watching the molted wolf fade through the Wildwood forestry. "Enough Narimé." She speaks, her words stern firstly as she rises to a stand once more, her attention finally drawing away from the rogue man and onto her young pack member. A frown tugs at her greying maw, but her attention softens. "You asked what you will and there is no use worrying over it. If he does ever intend to join us, his crime may be something the pack would like to know." She speaks, correcting the youth's manner in thinking she had done wrongly. Though it was bold of her and perhaps something better asked of one whom truly wished to devote themselves to the pack, in the long run surely the subject was to come up one way or another. Narimé just happened to speed the process. "Leave the kill. Give him the chance to smell it and return for it." After all, he had done well enough to answer their questions and with that, had been deserving of the food which her pack did not particularly need at the moment. Pausing for just a moment longer, the woman nudged her muzzle out towards home and made way in a slow lope.