I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were a hundred times more terrible in the grim silence which held them than ever when they howled. For myself, I felt a sort of paralysis of fear. It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
While the Count keeps going in his lizard fashion, Jonathan got to explore a bit of the castle. It's essential to do some exercise once in a while, even on a business trip, like looking for a way to escape and pushing dead bolted doors.