Fives freezes for a bare fraction of a second, then does something he's sure his brothers would find unthinkable and unconscionable, he turns his own head just enough to brush his nose through the General's short-cropped hair and breathe him in. It takes no more time than the stutter before it had, but he flushes with embarrassment and worry as he fixes his gaze resolutely on his hands.

"I've, uh, I've never met a real wolf." He almost stutters the words, trying to get them out there as a distraction from what he'd just done, and absolutely refusing to look across the cafe to where he's sure Echo must be giving him a horrified look. "I guess they'd probably think we're just as screwed up as the local weres do." The dog genetics added into their mix to supposedly make them more biddable and loyal hasn't done them any favors with natural born weres in the city.