Slifer
Summoning an ancient God... for what?
Skeptical at first, but growing less and less, Drake begins to walk slowly towards the wolf. He notices how it doesn't appear to be in an angry, killing mood. "Head close to the ground, no snarls or howls, nothing like that night," he calmly remembers. Slowly piecing it together in his head, he begins to realize this is obviously not just a wolf. It's a werewolf. "I guess this may be considered normal, seeing as how we're near a school for abnormal creatures," he reassures himself. Under any other circumstance, it's quite possible he'd easily come to the almost blatant conclusion of who this is, however, in his head, he's recalling the event that got him bit three years ago. He stumbles on a small rock, obviously keeping his full attention on the matters at hand. As they cautiously approach a distance of no less than 3 feet, he stops and just stares in a sort of fascination, with his eyes open in wonder.