Isiah was on edge, that much was true, the very atmosphere tempting him to give into a more comfortable form. Being human had it's uses, but there was nothing more freeing than stalking the streets of London, the moon shining and the city his to do with as he wanted. He could not bite humans, no, but there were those who kept their sheep and cattle and pigs on the commons dotted about the capital, and those beasts made easy but filling prey.
"Ah, Horace." He said, happily ignoring the man's words for the time being. There were many who had, over the years, attempted to liken wolves to dogs, and they had, before the Council had closed ranks, been dealt with swiftly. It was only a pity that Horace was a member of the Council and knew that Isiah could not retaliate in the violent means he would have liked to. "I heard you were back in England. A pity that your travels have not taught you basic differences between the species, but I suppose that one can not have everything."
He smiled politely, not moving form his position by the window. "But a walk would suit me well later this evening. You could join me, perhaps, and after this little clash of wits we might see which of us is better suited to removing the other's innards with one's teeth?"