Vincent lead the two other wolves to the Tur, under the assumption that if they were bogies, then at least he might have an iota hope of surviving if things kicked off.
Once arriving at Fremont Park, he does his jacket up to his neck in an effort to keep the chill off.
"So, this here land is meant to be a place for diplomacy in the city. Let's be diplomatic, hmm," he adds with a grin.