Re: Ninth Floor; 6:00 PM
"Woah, now." John help up both hands, trying to extricate himself from Red at the same time, since that seemed to be what set the wolf off. He valued his skin unbroken and not bloody too much to provoke the wolf more. "Red's just a friend, s'all." He took a sip from his beer bottle, mostly because drinking was something to do, and tried to figure out how one went about making friends with a wolf.
His stomach growled. And it hit him. "How about I get you some steak later?" he asked the wolf. "You can share it with Red, we'll all be friends, yeah?"