Lawrence was struggling to walk, breathing heavily... he had been beaten up by the men the Remelio had hired to kill him. Fortunately, they had heard the wolves howling and decided that he was already dead, so they left him alone. Holo was walking next to him, angry and looking around, as the wolves continued to howl...

Lawrence: "Holo... could you... drive the wolves away?"

Holo: "No, that's the point!" I may be a wolf, but I'm not a local and I've never been to these places... They won't listen to me! At best, I'll get it, if they let me go at all... You bastards!"

Lawrence: "Are you talking about wolves?"

Holo: "No, the wolves are just hungry... I mean those vile merchants! They left us to die purely so as not to share! If I find this Remelio, I'll rip his throat out!"