Dorian makes a light clucking noise with his tongue and reaches up to grip the boy's hand once more. [i]'I can understand his fear. Even in his new life, such beast would still activate the fear of his original human nature'[/i] “It is alright James, you do not be afraid. They are our pets. They are our tools. Just by being what you are now you may command them and control them as an extension of you will.” Glancing over at the pack leader he waves a hand to signal for them to back off, not wanting James to be more frightened than he already is.

“They are the Wahru. In the human terms, you would think of them as werewolves. They are made by vampires to serve and protect us. We use a science that you can't understand having been alone all this time, however you may trust me when I say they can not harm you.” The pack moves off a bit, but the leader stays close enough to keep an eye on Dorian should he need something. At a bridge the wolves crash full force through the water on either side, only a couple taking the bridge because of their positions behind Horace. He soothes his hand over James's a few more times before letting go and taking up the reins with both hands once more.