Faolan glances at the other beside him, not quite sure what to make of him. What he does know is that you shouldn't taunt a werewolf, not unless you've got a death wish. But perhaps he does. Or perhaps he really is that cocky -- judging by the look of him, Faolan wouldn't put it past him, after all.

And then comes the rest of it, and Faolan's expression hardens, though he shakes his head. "I hadn't supposed that it was." People hardly helped anyone for nothing, not in Faolan's book. Not out of the goodness of their heart, certainly. And he'd hardly expected it of this fellow, for that matter.