When the Wolf stopped, Izzy held her breath, watching him warily. She inhaled at the change in his eyes, her body tensing as she readied to run or fight. Whichever came first.
	She bit her tongue against her putting shackles on Trevor, and glanced to the unconscious bodies still on the sidewalk. At least, she hoped they were only unconscious.
	“Then how else can I help you, great White Wolf?” she asked, trying to sound as sincere as possible, just as much fishing as attempting to gain some form of trust. And, of course, to avoid getting attacked. “Because your noble mission is what friends are supposed to do as well.”