It doesn't take too long, at least, and once he's done the scent of blood and raw flesh in the air is vastly diminished. Somehow it doesn't hang on the wolf at all, despite the fact that he was just born from that mess. He fought free of it and now he doesn't smell human at all.

By the time that the boys have their gorge under control, Peter is standing in front of them, close enough now that they could reach out and touch him, if they wanted. He's still watching them with those bright yellow eyes, and somehow even as a wolf his expression manages to land somewhere in between the instinct to bolt and a raised eyebrow of really, guys? weak stomachs.