I don't think the witch I know would burn things down accidentally, ( she replies, just a little dry. Regina... well. Is complicated, and frankly, Red mostly just interacts with her when there is a catastrophe that Regina is involved in, or when she wants a cup of coffee and a stack of apple cinnamon pancakes. )

I like how you think. ( Also how she talks. Very...earnest. And open. It's kind of nice. It kind of reminds her Belle, just the tiniest bit, though the accents are very different. Regardless of the comparative excellence of Welsh and Australian accents, Red makes her way towards the shelter, bounding the last few steps so she can pile together some of the wood she gathered earlier - so convenient.

She's already kneeling with a collection of sticks and logs when she looks up at Merrill, sharply. ) I'm not a mage. I'm a wolf. But... wolves aren't all that popular with people, either.