In his mind, Galevin cursed his luck, yet not too surprised it didn't work. In truth, it was a move of desperation, and as most were for him, failed horribly. Galevin took a deep breath as the wolf that held him up in hand sat back down on the chair. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something fast. 'I've got time, but I've got to think of just what I can say.' Galevin said. "I mean, it's not like I know a name or anything, and honestly, I was in a bag right before he left me here." Galevin lied, saying the first thing that came to mind. "'Sides, how would I know if your teacher's afraid of me or not?" Galevin said again, thinking he might be able to actually pull this off.