"Might be," Wells concedes. "It's worth a try. I dunno how close he'll be willing to get- it's damned hard not to listen to your instincts when you've changed, I can tell you that straight off." He thinks for a moment. "Bring meat. Raw, preferably bloody. Leave it where he can find it, and sit a ways off where you can watch it and be sure it's him coming for it. He'll be glad of it."