Peter simply looks sympathetic. His brows furrow, and he can sense the unasked question. Not only the wolf. Himself as well.

"Dude...look, if it's somethin' you need to do, you'd best go do it. Besides, I..." he played with the edge of one of the books. "I think I've hunted before, too. I don't remember, but I woke up with...um. Well, evidence." He made a gesture that indicated he'd gotten a mess all over himself. He was never one much for hunting when he was an ordinary person, and looked grim at the mere thought of it.