When she made ready to leave Raylene wasn't expecting to see anyone watching her. It made her instantly retreat into a more comfortable mentality: that of a wolf.

Sure, it was only in her dreams when she became one but that didn't mean it wasn't any less real. She didn't know how to react to him because he wasn't showing any reaction to her. So she would hold her ground amongst the ruined paintings. She looked vaguely ready to either pounce or run. The look she carried was guarded as she waited for him to do or say something.