Felan began to tune the lizard out for a bit as the scene behind him caught his attention. Some poor bastard was trying to pick a fight with Kat, the tavern's hunter. He craned his neck to look the offender up and down, an amused smirk briefly gracing his lips. Then the zizz regained his attention.

He turned back to the lizard man, a stern frown reappearing on his face. "A wolf?" He asked flatly. "Yes, I've seen it a couple times." Felan was very clearly not impressed by this information. "And I've never had trouble with it, or any wolf for that matter. Maybe if you keep your ass off my land, you won't either." 

There was almost a threatening undertone there. Felan didn't like killing; he figured every life he took was a little more taken from his own. Unless it was a goblin life, of course. But regardless, he only had so much patience. If the lizard kept slithering around his land, Felan would give him a reason to pack.