"Yes, I smelled the blood," Jack agrees, without judgment. He, after all, would likely have tried to kill them if he'd been free, himself. (Well, he thinks he would have. The wolf knows their scents now and might have spared them.)

His free hand, not holding Serph's, reaches over to soothe the nearest wing. He considers a beat, whether he wants to broach the subject at all, but Serph had specifically been worried about sets of three and what might happen between them, so it seems like it might be important to have in the open. So he asks, "It did not stay that way, though, did it?"