Wow, a girl? Well, the sex hardly matters. Anne's more worried about the girl getting swallowed in one bite before it comes to chomp Anne herself in half.

It's clear enough that the wolf seems to be her pet, now, for which the queen doesn't want to insult her further. But she doesn't know what to think, or say. She sort of just wants to run, but she's just sober enough to not want to shame herself so utterly.

That may not stop her from doing it, though.

"What do you know of the loyalty of men? It looks as if to bite me."