The werewolf came a little to close for Isabella's liking and out of caution she extended her claws. She stood up and stared Mutt dead in the eye with the most serious look she had ever given anyone at camp, "I'd rather not get into a fight with you, so give me some space would you?" The vampire's hatred for lycans was still alive even now after so many years. Isabella had run into werewolves before and those past experiences didn't really leave a positive impression on her.