Kieren feels himself scrambling to get back, his shirt torn from a rip from the garbage cans, old rainwater staining the bottoms of his jeans, and he scrambles backwards. "Please," he gets out, trying to reason with the animal. It's not a normal wolf, he doesn't think. It looks a bit like something out of a horror story or a book, a fairy tale, maybe? "I'm not going to hurt you," he says, slowly and carefully as he holds up his hand.

He can't use the tricks he had at home, citing that he's just one of them, like the other PDS, but he has to at least try and get himself out of this by being calm. "I'm Kieren, I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to go home."