Faolan glances at the incomer. Asking questions like that, noticing the wolf. He has to be something, but Faolan isn't about to stop and figure out what. So long as he's not about to start attacking him himself, he'll let it slide.

"I may have killed his master," Faolan says, dusting off his hands and then moving to look up, trying to see if there are any windows that are open above him, any fire escapes. It looks like he's in luck as far as the fire escape is concerned, but the ladder isn't down of course. And unless he can figure out a way up. He glances around, trying to find something to climb up on. There's a dumpster nearby, but if there's anything in it at all it's not going to move an inch. That is if it isn't bolted to the ground already. "Or at least his masters cronies. I didn't really have time to stop and check for identification."