Only worse. [She's not going to name names. Allison is conflicted, confused. She doesn't need any more of that going on on the battle field. She needs everyone to work together to drive back both the wolves and the hunters.]
They're not differentiating between us and them. Not if we get in their way. [It's the first time she can remember camp being invaded by mortals. Reaching up with her bloody hand, she touches her mother's necklace that she's always worn around her neck, the bird broach.]
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They're not differentiating between us and them. Not if we get in their way. [It's the first time she can remember camp being invaded by mortals. Reaching up with her bloody hand, she touches her mother's necklace that she's always worn around her neck, the bird broach.]