"She is, she doesn't strictly need to yet but she's missed these woods, and—" He actually takes a step back from the force of that glare. What, why is he in trouble? No one likes the wolves but that doesn't mean they're just going to go away, they were going to need to deal with that sooner or later.

"...I hadn't mentioned them before, had I," he says after a few moments, and at least he has the self-awareness to wince at his misstep. "I apologize. Yes, I'm very afraid werewolves are an actual goddamn thing. Like most of the lore about us, most of the lore about them is wrong, and we have a treaty with them. We don't bite anyone, they leave us be. They have their land, we have ours. Carlisle arranged it with their alpha when we first moved here. And," he sneers a little, "technically, we're related. It's complicated. But they don't actually pose us any danger."