Faolan doesn't have a lot of experience with werewolves, such that just by the other's proximity, he can't tell just by looking at him what exactly he is. But, he can sense something other about him. And accidentally having bumped into him, he had suddenly heard a lot of growling, snarling, and howling. He glances around, still uncertain that there isn't some wild dog about, but he sees nothing. Just this (rather irate) young man in front of him.

"I... Sorry," Faolan stutters at him, not quite certain that there is a way of explaining himself here. He only hopes that whoever this kid is, that he doesn't recognize him for who he is. Faolan, Guardian of the Night Council, Head of Hillingdon House, and apparently now a budding madman to boot.