The music gentling came across as almost an answer, and some of the hairs on the back of Alfredo's neck relaxed at the decreased resentful energy.

"Are- how are those fighting the wolves?" he asked, amazed more than anything else.

Was he just talking to himself, though? Or was one of the two men going to answer - not that it looked wise to stop playing, just now!

Either way, he wished he'd brought so much as a stick to add to their defenses with.