Re: Stairs to the roof. The shadows. [Belated Swearing warning?]
The Wolf cocked his head, because he didn't understand why the not-thing's eyes went wide beneath him. The Wolf knew a threat from someone who was playful based on scent alone, and he didn't understand that the not-thing wouldn't understand play as play. The head cock was all dog, even down to the blinking amber eyes, and it was only the humanity in the Wolf that kept him from passing a scratchy tongue over the not-thing's cheek in reassurance.
The comment about the blood made the Wolf look down, however, and he made an annoyed noise before moving back against the wall once more. The growl returned, the one from earlier, and it rumbled low and repeatedly in the dark.