The problem is Cora doesn't want to be nice. Cora's been stuck as a wolf for three days. Cora is confused and scared and both of those things tend to come with a side of her lashing out more than anything else, and this kid, this person with her name is making himself the easiest target at the moment. So she grits her teeth and draws herself together, pushing back the emotion until nothing is left but hide she was forced to grow after the fire. Part of her is reaching out desperately for the help, but the other part doesn't know if she can trust him.

"Fine," she says through grit teeth. "I'll figure it out myself."

Just like she always does.

She steps back and turns on her heel to go, not caring about her bare feet or anything else, just wanting to make it back to her den so she can figure out where to go from there.