Zetta was pissed enough that he almost did go after Remus. Almost. The fact that he hadn't been the one to budge, however, provided him with enough satisfaction that he was more than willing to watch the wolf run off. "Heh... showed him," Zetta muttered to himself, a triumphant smirk stretching across his face.

It disappeared quickly as he glanced back down at his wounded hand. He... was going to have to get that bandaged up, wasn't he? Great. Might as well get back before he got too much blood everywhere.