Lyall is about to answer with confirmation that yes indeed that is truth, at least for his own kind (he has further knowledge now about other versions of wolves), when suddenly he seems to startle. He pivots slightly on his heel, glancing around with a distracted expression

The source of his worry, more apparent a moment later, is a raised and clearly annoyed voice that seems to have the quality of an Italian accent. It's coming from across the room and Lyall sighs after a few moments.

"I am terribly sorry, you must excuse me, I have something that needs attending to."

Or someone, at least. With another slight bow, only barely waiting for any kind of acknowledgment, he makes his way towards the source of the disturbance, slipping into the crowd.