That was pretty horrific Bigby thought as he glanced down to where her hand fell. He knew the stories of course, Fables were all good at knowing all kinds of stories, true and false alike. That it was possible for some wolves to infect others was disturbing to him and he felt some relief he wasn't one of those kind. That could mean she was though.

"I..." Bigby stopped himself - it was weird, to just tell her, too weird to follow through with. Bigby never talked about his family, or his origins, or any of that bad business all those millennia ago. The biggest rule of their culture was not to expose yourself to Mundanes but she wasn't really, though she used to be. What did that make her?

He took another gulp from his whiskey thinking how the taste was off but he ignored that for now. There was no poison in it, he would have smelled that immediately. Bigby looked over at her again. "I came by it honestly," was what he ended up saying. "What's your name?"