From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell

Ume wasnt one to lose her temper fast, being overly tolerant with most of what others may throw at her, used to deal with such things, she wouldn't let that break away her overall serene demeanor. She inspected the wolf, who's muzzle reflected some damage, still seemed read and fresh, so she guessed this didn't happen to long ago. Interesting. She didn't acknowledge what this wolf did. If this wolf did something to upset the shugon it may would had been on the man's fault. Perhaps... she could escort him? It wasn't like someone would expect that from her, but as a Genin she would always take the initiative even if she wasn't explicitly told to.

Calm on her posture, she didnt react to the male's rude behavior, it would be a waste of time to do so. Quietly and caring none she would walk behind him, watching, learning. This was her way to get to gather information, subtle but effective sometimes. Tsurume followed too, not leaving her master's side. "Luckily for you I don't. But ill follow you." Not a doubt she would. "Perhaps, I could help you tend to those wounds." Of course. But with a price.

"The talking"