I was actually somewhat disturbed by the apparent enthusiasm of everyone as they started to rip apart the wolf, as if he was someone they all hated. I couldn't complain though, since we were nearly killed by those buggers. I waited for my knife to reappear in my palm, slipping the rest back into my pocket while rubbing my forehead. I felt almost sick from my transformation, dazed even after the fight. It was nice to see the wolves no longer writhing, but I ended up feeling like I had just downed a whole bottle of wine or something. There was definitely a smell of blood in the air, almost a mist in this partially lit cave. Backstabs was alive but basically smeared with that stuff, and I hate to imagine the sort of infection she may get from those rabid wolves. "Well then... for all those unaware, it's me, Miles. I believe we have a ninja to catch, the next time we meet with him anyway." I said with a bit of annoyance. I shifted rather uncomfortably as I felt as if everyone was still treating me suspiciously, which was probably the case given Robert's position. "I don't believe we're gonna get much loot from those things, and we'd probably need to head back to camp given our thief's condition."