The werewolf took a step back, his heavy frame gliding through the clearing like a wolf stalking unfamiliar prey. He was no longer playing at superiority, he had it, and he knew it, but something in Ludwig's resolve kept him from lunging. It wasn't fear. It wasn't even caution. It was calculation. There was something in Ludwig that hadn't been there in other prey. The beast could feel it, gnawing faintly at the edge of his certainty.