Johnathon scurried backwards as soon as the man stood up, and held his hands up to ward off or assuage the clearly irate man. Just as he had begun to wonder about Soah's temperament his physical features began to change before him. He hadn't noticed it before but this close the change to stark yellow eyes was jarring and he found himself taking another step back to think about what exactly he was seeing. As Soah's more wolfish features began to form, his mind had already put the pieces of the puzzle together. He was shocked at how unsurprised he was, considering they'd found the man half naked and covered in blood, it was obvious there had been something. The revelation that he was [i] that [/i] werewolf was really just the natural order. Reality slowly set in over the pondering and he realized that he was staring at a bloodthirsty werewolf. He practically flew, rushing to Crom's side and taking shelter by the experienced fighter. Whatever came next, he had decided to leave and leave Soah behind: they had some potentially checkered characters among them and heat was one thing but outright harboring a werewolf among them was out of the question.