One could say that the Beast was contained, albeit only temporarily. It wouldn't be long before Book's urge to kill surfaced again, and there was no telling of who he would attack then. As for right now though, Book was curious more than anything, mostly about the Dragon-Lady thing, the Rock Man, the Scary Butler guy, and what appeared to be another Hound. Although, she wasn't like him. She smelled similar at first, but then something much more "sinister" lurked beneath. He was intrigued to say the least.<br/><br/>"So, what in the hell are y'all supposed to be?" he asked, in what was suppose to be a heavy southern drawl, momentarily forgetting that as far as these people were concerned, he was merely growling, somewhat angrily. This thought never really occurred to him, as he took a step forward towards the new arrival.<br/><br/>"You smell rather odd, young lady." he asked, now with what was meant to be an English soaked accent, but again were mere growls, which probably sounded threatening. Alas, the social problems for a werewolf.