[T-chan bites him immediately (no). For a contemplative moment, T-chan regards Wolfwood’s hand. Hmmm.]

Many of them are few and far between, the last of their kind. T-chan, for instance, is a rare breed.

[Whatever has satisfied T-chan about Wolfwood is hard to say, but he tentatively butts his head against the hand like a goat.]

The humans have hunted and killed them, or either destroyed their habitats. They wander the industrialized world, suffering.