She glared, but at the wolf or Luke, she didn't know. Not saying anything, she gave a quick glance at Jinx's unmoving, limp body, before slowly stepping back into the darkness, remembering something that she had done not too long ago. Quietly but quickly, she walked back to where she had bumped into the table and the old vase that had dropped. She crouched down, hands gingerly feeling against the floor until she bumped into a large piece of ceramic that was undoubtedly sharp. She picked it up, standing slowly and eyeing the wolf and Luke, the two silhouettes that were staring at each other.