[He can smell that cleanliness, which is strange in contrast with the wolf smell. He even leans in a little to get a better sniff, but it remains the same. Strange.]

You'll know.

[He turns his head as he smells something else; it's not an animal, though. It's a human. The hunger starts to draw him over, but he stops himself with an animal-like growl.]

Dammit. What's a human doing out here at night? Waiting to die?