He had no interest in leaving the shelter beneath the cherry tree that he had claimed to be his home for the night, not while this blasted rain fell. The mud and filth would cover his pure coat and make him look like some kind of mongrel and that just wouldn't do. Then some kind of well, he didn't really know what it was moved in his line of vision, it seemed to be wolf form and size, but it looked more like some kind of creature from a bog, like in pup tales. He cocked his head to the side and his eyes narrowed as he followed its progress across the orchard, though the happenings of events brought a chuckle forth from him. The voice that reached his ears was feminine, though the words caused him to snarl slightly, no woman should talk in such manner.

He continued to watch her with judgement written across his face, someone should have taught this femme the proper way to behave, and he certainly did not have the time for such a trachile task. A snort escaped him, it seemed fate thought the same and would continue to punish her for the unladylike manner she conducted herself in. He would make no move to help her, if she was smart enough to notice him and ask for his help properly he might assist her, as long as she got her act together. He had no time for loose cannons, the organization would eventually have time for charity cases such as the one in front of him, but it certainly didn't now.