"I'm grateful to them," he admitted as he rewet the cloth and continued on cleaning the sweat and dirt of Silvio's skin. "They gave me a chance for a real life." But he also understood they should be feared. The fate of people like him were always in their hands. What if there was someone else out there like him with no regenerative partner?

"It's my understanding that wolves aren't, generally speaking, a major threat to humans. I have only encountered a few like you before. I got the impression that I put them off." Maybe it was because of his scent? Or that he was another predator to compete with.