Bear baiting was made illegal five years prior by Parliament by the Cruelty to Animals Act, but tonight, against his better judgment, Horace approached his brother-in-law with the intent to sport a little 'wolf-baiting'.
'Rise to your higher nature.' Wasn't that what the spiritual side of Alchemy proclaimed? To evolve from ignorance to enlightenment and uncover hidden spiritual truths? Hadn't the sadhus on the banks of the Ganges spoke of the same thing? Releasing negative energies that bind one to this existence, to let go and become free of your karma?
All out the window in one single night.
Old habits and enmities die hard. There was something essential about Isiah's being that rubbed Horace the wrong way, as if he embodied that which was most distasteful. So, like a moth to the flame, Horace was drawn, the fraction of a sneer curling upon his face. He was quite aware of how close they were to the full moon night - he'd even overheard it himself from Isiah not a few minutes before, so Horace knew Isiah would be testy. Even so, he continued with resolve, standing along side the werewolf as if to be enjoying the view out the window.
"What's the matter?" Horace asked, feigning genuine concern at Isiah's sigh. "Do you need to be taken out for a walk?"