Cooper ambles towards Faolan with a slow gait. He's got no reason to hurry. If the wolf finds them, he can always duck out if things get hairy. "Then I must be lookin' at a fool. Soon t'be a dead fool, if your luck runs out." He laughs, an amused sound with just a hint of cruelty behind it.

There's an overturned wooden crate in the alley and he hops on it for a moment. As he hops off, he notes with satisfaction that he's facing someone around his own height. So rare in this day and age. People had been a lot shorter in the 18th century. "Why is the dumb pup after you?" He wants to know the beginning of the story before getting anymore invested in it.