[ peter had assumed that dylan knew he was there, given how he'd reacted, and he watches him in silence for a moment before leaning enough to bump their shoulders. ]

I told you I'd be there, so I was there. And yeah, wouldn't really call you a werewolf, but y'know, to each world its own. You chilled out when I was there. Stopped freaking out and settled down. Took a nice nap, actually. There was no mayhem after I poked my nose in. Came up and sat with you, even, once you settled and the rest figured you weren't gonna try and hurt anyone anymore. Caleb fussed a bit, but he trusts me to know what I'm about.

So from here, seems like you did pretty good to me. Nobody got hurt, and my wolf chills yours out for whatever reason. Maybe I'm just a chill kinda guy. You don't remember at all?