The road to hell is paved with good intentions, he thought wryly, but decided to keep that little idiom to himself. "Good intentions don't change the fact that we brought it on ourselves, in a sense." The blame was, in his opinion, split between all of them. Somehow his howling that drawn a crowd of people, but at least it meant there were others who knew he couldn't be blamed for something beyond his control.
"Do you think he could break the door down, if he wanted to?" The wolf had been exceedingly large, from what he could remember, but it was hard to tell just how strong he could be if he was determined enough.