Jonathan Taylor stood up, liking the idea of accompanying Teagan to her shop...his client was being rather late in meeting him. Stepping across the dance floor straight towards the door he felt a hand touch his shoulder. A rather angry snarl followed...one of the dogs was sick of him being here, and here he was just about to leave. He knew that if he tried to fight the wolf the entire pack would descend upon him, he had to discourage the others from engaging him by making an example of this dog. Gripping his staff tightly in his hands, he slammed the head of it into the wolf's snout drawing in energy as it collided and releasing it in a very powerful blast of force focused on his head. The spell resulted in the wolf's snout breaking and his body being sent across the club and his body colliding with the bar, glasses breaking and wood snapping as the beast barreled halfway through the counter. It was a miracle the creature didn't just break the entire bar, granted since he did not name his spell it was not really refined or concentrated at all. The end of his staff smoked slightly from the energy that was sent through it and he tapped the staff three times on the ground, trying to be a bit dramatic.<br/><br/>With a nod of his head he rather casually walked out of the bar, his seemingly confident demeanor hiding the apprehensiveness he felt from knowing that the wolves could decide to attack him at anytime. Luckily it appeared that his show of force had discouraged them enough that he had safe passage out. He saw Teagan standing just outside and tapped her on the shoulder, continuing to walk past her.<br/><br/>"I suggest we get going rather quickly..." he said.