Malcolm took the wolf's distraction at it roared at being cut off from it's target to bring his sword down and cleave it's head from it's body letting out a breath when it dissipates into smoke. He turns to glance over the crowd searching for anyone who might be in trouble. This would give Crowley a good look at him, a tall older man with a slightly weathered face, his blue eyes sharp with awareness and his hair carrying a streak of white down both sides. He bows to Crowley. "Thank you," he says quietly.