Ghoul doesn't say anything, just breathes out a quiet, mean-sounding little laugh. The day the witches push the wolves too far will be a complete shitshow, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it a little bit.

He really doesn't want that fight to be instigated by them messing with their alpha in some way, though. He may be in deep water with her at the moment, but he doesn't want to see her harmed or trapped against her will. Especially not when she holds influence over the whole pack. There's a long pause, and when he does finally talk again it comes out all mumbled and sleepy, yet determined all the same. "We gotta get somethin' for her later, okay? Somethin', like, anti-witch. Magic repellent." Fuck if he knows whether anything like that exists or where to find it, but he's decided it's needed. Just in case.