She gets no answer, at least not a verbal one. She could have guessed, but it's still a disappointment. The look he shoots her makes her wince. "Well it's not my fault," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

But Girl visibly deflates just seconds later. For all she knows, it could be. The wolves had been causing some trouble lately, fighting with the vampires over land. She knows at least one witch is working for the blood suckers, who's to say they didn't have more on the payroll to pass out a little misery for the wolves?

Girl holds up a finger, pulling out her phone. First instinct is to call Laura. She has to know something about curses, being a former witch. The line's busy and Girl groans in frustration. To Dodger, she tries to give an assuring smile. "Someone will come by here soon, so we'll have help. In the meantime, I'll figure out somethin'. All curves can be broken, I just gotta remember how in a way that ain't from a kid's bedtime story."