The girl looks irritated now.
"Rowan, I don't-"
"This isn't up to you, Cicero. You protect her, and you do it well!" Rowan's words were snarled, yet they did not have his familiar growl due to his anger.
The girl utters a soft whimpering sound and mutters a quick, "sorry, Alpha," before turning and heading outside, knowing you will most likely follow.