Martius's confusion increased, but so too did his relief. If there was another here from Rome, then it was possible there were more. But how to explain the transformation into wolves? A light frown crossed his face as he mulled it over, ignoring Samo. Considering what had happened, and what options lay before him, Martius began to pace across the length of the path they were on. Had he been the man, he would have had his hands clasped behind his back as he did so.

At last he looked at the slave again. If he had been a run away, he had clearly since come to his senses. That was good. He seemed more comfortable in his body, so perhaps he had been here for longer? That was also good. That made him particularly useful. Out in the wilderness like this, even in the form of wolves, it would be better for them to go together. Martius, though loath to admit it, probably needed him.

"Good, good." at last he replied.

"You'll come with me then, won't you?" Martius phrased what was really a command like a question. It was part test, and part olive branch. Though the display of submission inspired confidence, Martius was not stupid enough to think himself above harm from this stranger. No. A friendly relationship would inspire greater loyalty in such a strange situation.