[ Humming softly, low in the back of his throat, Alby moves to pick up his book and goes to put it on a shelf. It's for safe keeping as much as it is just something to do as Newt seems to tense up at his presence. It keeps their distance for a little longer, and he pauses with his hand on the shelf as he looks over at hims apparent surrender.

Guy's pretty tall, but he's scrawny. Hardly much of a problem for what the villages have rumored to be one of the monsters in the dark of the woods.

He chuffs and shakes his head, dusting off his hands and coming closer to him. Humans seem to forget that wolves weren't always the monsters they made them out to be, and even if he's a loner he can understand what he's trying to do for the people that make up his 'pack' of sorts. ]

I'm not gonna kill you, sit down before you give yourself a heart attack 'n do it yourself. Shucking humans, always thinking the Red Riding Hood story is the be-all, end-all of wolves.