"Not to be rude, but you think you can handle a wolf?" Hunter asks, and he means it when he says he doesn't mean to be rude about it. "It's been centuries since I've lost control of it, but it's also been centuries since I've turned against my will. I don't know how far things might go if we keep going."

This is an inspiring thing to say, Hunter's aware. It's probably more argument for him to not go. But he can't help himself. He saw the look on that poor woman's face before she ran, he saw the upset before he'd started turning. She's in trouble, and he can't leave her out there like that.

So he scents the air, and starts moving in the direction of the scent before he loses it. He leaves Vanyel to decide if he wants to take the risk that might come with his wolf. He'll try to stop it, but already this is beyond his usual expertise.