Which leaves the two of them circling for a long, drawn-out moment. When no attack comes from the wolf, Billie is left wrinkling her nose and lashing her tail in irritation. Not for the lack of attack but for the waste of her time. She has questions she can't ask and an unwillingness to reveal her human form. Though the raven overhead isn't completely ignored, there's no real tell between an animas, a familiar, and a pet up until it either rips someone's throat out or does something else wildly outlandish.

From a gnarled tree, leaning halfway into the swamp, her own bird — a tern — watches but hasn't been called on yet. That's a second pair of eyes that stay on the raven for now. Without further action, though, all that's left to do is for Billie to make a scoffing noise at Lauralae and rise up, though only to settle back on her haunches. She makes a few motions with her hands, some of them certainly rude, and ends with a shooing motion.

'Go away', she tries to get across. This isn't exactly her territory but she sure hasn't seen markings around making it some wolf's, either!