"Maybe not," Red can concede. As Hermione goes on, well. She could wince, at that. Could, but does not; instead her expression just becomes a little sadder, and she makes a point not to look at Hermione for a second. It's not judgment, it's just painful, harks back to the terrible night when she discovered what she was, what her grandmother had concealed from her.

"Most wolves think they have to fight humans for the sake of their survival," she replies, softly. "I've never met one who relished eating a human. Not if they were in control of what they were doing." After a beat, Red tries to force something a little less quiet and unhappy into her tone, with mixed success. "Granted, I've hardly spent any time with other wolves."

But, hang on. "Ani-what?" She doesn't stop, because they need to keep moving, and she's holding a branch out of the way for Hermione as they walk. "I've never heard that word before. Some people call us werewolves, like you, and another wolf I knew called us 'Children of the Moon,' if you can believe it, but..." Red trails off, smile apologetic and perplexed. "Animagus doesn't ring any bells."

Still, she brightens. "By the way, the control you had on that ice spell was amazing. Sometimes magic just seems so vast, you know? I mean, I associate it with two of the scariest people I know, and if you want to talk about people who wouldn't help a stranger..."

Red trails off. Maybe that's unfair to Regina, but in fairness to her, Regina is kind of a jerk even when she isn't evil.