Ian heard his pack leader's response and was a bit disgusted. He had no desire for wanton torture - even if the man was hunting lycans, Ian realized that humans had a very good reason to fear them. Still, as Talton flew in to join the frey, Ian shrugged, shaking his head. "Well... I guess that's<em>one</em>way..." he grumbled softly. He certainly wished he would have been allowed to give the hunter a swift death but there was never any talking to Rich with matters such as these.<br/><br/>Turning back to the white wolf he removed the bullets and wrapped them in a hankerchief, placing them and the gun into separate pockets of his cargo pants. He watched as Rich approached her, hands in the air and speaking the 'we mean you no harm' cliches.<br/><br/>The girl shifted from white wolf to young red-haired human and Ian was visibly surprised by the contrast of her fur to her human hair, considering his were exactly the same. She seemed scared beyond what could reasonably be swept aside at the thought of her wound and the hunter nearby - likely dead, but still near and frightening.<br/><br/>"Lady..." he began, his tone the ever-respectful one of a workman removing his hat for the wife of a well-liked noble. "I know of no one named Louis." he looked at his two companions and went on, "I know<em>I</em>only came here because I knew you'd be needing help."<br/><br/>He looked to Rich once again and back to the shivering girl. "I've taken away the bullets and will dispose of them later. I couldn't let ya harm yourself. Please, as Rich said," he indicated the alpha with a hand. "Come back with us and we'll see to your well-being. We won't send you off to anywhere you fear of."