He wasn't much different from other wolves, in that he had his mate. The problem was that that being was currently not in the city. In his own way he saw nothing wrong in chasing Little Red, and enjoying the fact this mortal woman seemed so taken by his mortal persona.
The shop was an assault on his nose though and he carefully breathed through his mouth so he wouldn't collapse at the sheer amount of sugar and other bakery products floating around. Sometimes the senses weren't a blessing. Not even in this two legged form.
"Hello, and you said where you worked. Instead of playing phone tag I figured I could offer my greetings. But do continue your work. I didn't know if you were off or not and I wouldn't want to intrude." Smiling he set his hands in his pockets, "speaking of do you have any of those hot dogs in a bun? Can't ever recall what they're called by my father loves them."