Isaac is still when Peter approaches them, staying close by Scott's side, companionship in the face of- he doesn't know. Weird gory transformation shit. But Peter, as always, is calm. There's something different about him, something that Isaac had read since he first met him, but it's even more obvious now, in this form.

Slowly, Isaac goes down to one knee so he's eye level with the creature, tentatively reaching out and brushing his hand over one of Peter's ears. Careful, like he's going to be bitten, but he lets his fingers linger, just touching the coarse fur like he can feel the power in him.

"This... this isn't like us at all."

He can smell anger, can smell bloodlust and a visceral urge to rip and tear. Isaac is so used to it now that he immediately disregards it when he's in the same room as another wolf- it's as constant as a fan in the background, until he doesn't really register it at all.

Isaac registers its lack now, and it makes him- he's unnerved, and he looks up to Scott, wordless, eyes furrowed, completely out of his depths with no idea how to communicate his unease.