He was glad to be able to get back into his proper clothes, with a proper holster for the pistol, and a long dagger.  Part of him wanted to shift into a wolf and run the distance, but for longer distances the human form was more efficient.  Still, he wished he'd brought some food.  The darkness of his demon wolf got stronger when he got weaker.  While it was unlikely it would just take over, if he had to change his darker nature would be stronger, his decisions no longer quite his own.<br/><br/>He started to move.  "Yeah, well, that's all over, isn't it?" he said, not liking it when people reminded him of how few people he had in his life.  "Maybe it's better not to know what you were missing and, frankly, considering how terrible parents can be, maybe not having any was a benefit to me.  I guess I'll just have to get by with being independent, open-minded, and competent to make up for all that missed parental love and community spirit."<br/><br/>He didn't answer her question about the witches immediately, setting a pace that was hard enough that talking would be awkward.  When running, he felt if he could speak he wasn't running fast enough, though he was good at managing his energy so he would have a little to spare in case something happened that required a burst of effort.  Mostly, he wanted to put some miles between themselves and the village.  Shifted wolves could follow them, even catch them, but they'd use more energy doing it than they'd spent in human form - which he felt was an acceptable compromise.<br/><br/>When he finally slowed enough to speak easily, he said, "I'm not sure what they'll do.  I haven't had a lot of luck pleasing them lately.  They keep wanting me to do more and more.  Like... killing Blackvayne.  They want me to do what the pack and their witchcraft could not accomplish - or at least not accomplish easily, and with no certainty - because, yeah, I should be able to do that, right?  Scout the area by myself, find a way into a fucking castle, avoid the pack of werewolves, the mortal servitors, whatever weapons of the Old World he might have, not to mention that even if I got past all of that he's a fucking vampire and it isn't like doesn't have silver weapons, right?  But they're not happy that Blackvayne is still alive.  So... maybe they're getting tired of me."<br/><br/>Or - and he did not say this - he was growing beyond their control.  His psychic powers were unusual in a werewolf.  They had developed with time.  And he was older than he looked.  He was different.  Maybe something was<i>wrong </i>with him.  Maybe there was a reason why witches got rid of most werewolves touched by darkness.