Wolf adjusted himself more comfortably as he looked into Remus’ eyes as he listened to him. His own eyes widened a bit, Remus was taking his side, and this brought his hopes up. Not only does Timon think he didn’t summon the heartless, but Remus too doesn’t think he did either. Part of him felt so relieved, however, another part of him felt guilty for dragging him into this mess. Wolf sighed as his shoulders relaxed, letting his hands down from his chin and cross close to him on the table.

“You’re right… I probably would have been able to control them, I certainly didn’t want them to harm Zidane the way that they did,” Wolf reminisced, “If anything I wanted them to disappear, but they kept attacking.” His gaze lowered, almost into a glare. If anything this confirmed that Scar put the thought in his head. That Wolf could indeed, summon the heartless, but controlling them? He can’t recall if Scar even bothered to explore that subject.

Almost in a snarl Wolf spoke to Remus again, “If Scar told me how the heartless could be summoned, just because he wanted me to blame myself or trick me. I just…” He gripped his other hand, gritting his teeth in low threatening growl, his eyes hazed over the color of bright yellow for a brief moment. Hair stood back up on his neck again, but this time in resentment for Scar. The temper of the wolf was definitely showing right now.