Ghoul's nose wrinkles up briefly. If they'd summoned something, why wouldn't they have sent it back to wherever it came from? It almost doesn't make sense- until he remembers the attitude problems most of the witches on board have had. They probably don't care to clean up their own mess.

He's quiet for longer than he should be, tilting his head to the side and looking Finnick up and down like he's trying to figure him out. "Ain't got much nice to say about witches, do you? Or are you usin' that tone 'cause you're stuck talking to me?" Ghoul's got some words for him if he's going to stick his nose in the air over the wolf thing. He's just about sick of that song and dance today.