"A wolf?" Of all the things to worry about, now there are kid eating wolves. He puts a hand to his forehead as if to massage away the tension headache that's been looming for the past several days. It doesn't do much to help.

"Where was this?" Even as he asks the question, he wonders what his goal is here. He has no powers. Won't be able to do anything to get away or even stomach any damage he takes. But Frisk is hurt. He can't not do something.

"...at least it should come back when we all change back, right?"