Fen stood when Anora arrived, happy to see her. They needed to get this guy back soon if they wanted him to live. Fen looked back behind him to see that a dust cloud was arising in the distance; it must have been the others with the car. He thought about shifting back into his wolf form, as to not embarrass anyone with his lack of clothing, but he really needed to be able to talk. 

The wolf man crouched down beside their strange guest once more and carefully slipped a hand into the guy's left pant pocket. Maybe he could find something that would clue them in on who this guy was. 
"I'm, uh, I'm not really sure," Fen answered Anora, not looking at her. He wasn't the best at talking to people. He pulled out a handful of stuff from the man's pocket and began to sort through it. There was folded piece of paper, which turned out to be a map to the city when Fen opened it up. It was hand drawn and rather crude, but apparently it have worked. Until the guy got got, anyways. 

Fen pulled out a small, shiny, square packet that read 'Durex' on one side. What was that? Some kind of candy? He didn't know. Fen dropped it on top of the map and stuffed them both back in the guy's pocket. He didn't appear to have anything that could identify him. Fen rocked back onto his butt and sat down in the dirt. 
"He said 'they sent them' before he, uh, fell asleep. 'They sent a Trojan horse'. Or something like that, it was hard to tell. He, uh, he had this funny accent. In my old Greek mythology books, a Trojan horse was a statue that the Trojans sent into Achaeans. The Greeks took it because, well, I guess they thought it was cool. But the statue had soldiers inside, and they attacked once the men of Achaeans were asleep." When it came to mythology, Fen was your guy. There was almost nothing that he liked to talk about more.

"So, put simply, a Trojan horse is something that appears innocent and trustworthy on the outside, but is nefarious on the inside. Or maybe our friend is just, you know, crazy. I'm not sure." Fen shrugged.