Bryce had a rather whimsical approach to each situation presented to her. Luckily, Beltran had caught her in a good mood, rather than the chase-you-out-of-my-swamp type of mood that one might be in if, say, they hadn't slept properly in days because of beasts roaming the nights and they hadn't eaten a real meal in a decent while because they had no one to hunt with and with the fall came a shortage of prey. No! Bryce was none of those things, obviously, she was in a great mood.

"Swamp." The wolfess repeats slowly, as one might speak to a child or someone slow. It doesn't occur to her that he might come from elsewhere, or lacks the knowledge of what a swamp was, she was concerned with the fact that he had intruded on her space and she now had to deal with him. "Are you daft, wolf? Monsters, grr, scary. They'll eat you. Best be getting along." It doesn't matter that she still hasn't identified these monsters, she just wants her privacy back!

Well.. did she? Without completely backtracking and making the other wolf think her bipolar, she couldn't quite suddenly ask him to stay. But perhaps she could swing this in a way that would benefit her. "Or.. maybe a big, strong brute like yourself could protect a lady from the creatures?" She suggests, stumbling slightly at her attempt to be seductive, it not being something she was well-versed in. Still, the bat of her eyes, her tail dropping and swishing so gently side to side, she did have a certain charm of her own.