It bruises Wolfgang's pride to have to ask for help, but he'll survive a little bruising. He will not survive being attacked by those wolves, should they come back after the death of the roc. He can't fight them off with -- shit, he's not even armed, he dropped his weapon somewhere blocks away.

Right.

He closes his eyes and steadies himself, then opens them, his expression a little rueful. "I would appreciate the help. I was -- going to the safehouse, um..." Pause. His sense of direction is awful; he gestures instead. "That way."