When the woman addressed the werewolf in the tree the wolves below growled, Fafnir's lip curled back revealing impossibly sharp white teeth. It would likely be an intimidating sight if the vampire could see the barred teeth, it was actually the closest the were-wolf's face could approximate to a smile. The woman was clever, although he still wasn't sure if she knew what he was, at least outwardly, Fafnir highly doubted the woman had ever seen a planeswalker throughout the infinite multi-verse their kind probably numbered less than a hundred. It wasn't too far a leap for someone to have seen the strange man and then after being beset by wolves assume he controlled them, controlling wolves seemed to be a fairly common skill throughout the multiverse as far as he could tell. It was obvious that the woman wasn't just going to foolishly march into the forest, it was a good sign, Fafnir might be able to use her.<br/><br/>The large black werewolf lept from the tree, landing on all fours before the woman, the glowing mist swirling around him as he landed. The werewolf hardly seemed to make a sound as he landed, before rising up to his full height which brought him to almost seven and a half feet tall. The werewolf put his arms to his side, fingers splayed outward, and ducked his head slightly, as if trying to bow, a strange thing for a werewolf from Innistrad, most of the werewolves from this plane were hardly more than animals when transformed. Fafnir didn't know this though and was searching the vampires face for any sign that she recognized what he was, exploring a new plane was always fun but he was here for a reason after all. The black furred hand with large claws slowly reached out towards the woman palm up, the hand moving towards the silver blade she carried.