Marguerite glanced outside the window, shaking her head. Best to get inside now though it looked as if her sheep could use a bit of sleep in the cottage. From what she heard, they were liable to be eaten and right now, she wanted to keep her food supplies up as well as her fighting face on for the werewolves. "Sheep, oh sheep, get your asses over here," she called out as she held a spatula in her hands. Oh sure, she was going to kick werewolf ass with a handmade spatula. Just wonderful.