The wolf continued to approach, cautiously. He did not blame the shapeshifter for her apprehension, but the cirque was a safe place for all manner of odd creature. As it was uncertain of that made him believe that the wolf was very new to the cirque, perhaps only as of this day. How fortunate for him that it chose to take shelter on his deck.
He sang softly, moving only to play the guitar, watching her get close enough to touch and was surprised when she rested her muzzle on his chair arm. When the song came to a close, he remained with his hands on the guitar, watching for a moment before asking. "May I touch you?"
Oded was in no mood to be bitten, at least not outside of the bedroom, so he was careful to keep his hands on the guitar and away from what he could only guess would be an impressive mouthful of sharp teeth.