Easy. The moment the gate opened, he felt the shift in the wards. When she offered him her hand (stupid, trusting girl), he snatched her up and held her easily with one arm around her waist. He took a deep breath, smelling her hair and skin. Tracing one long nail down her cheek, breaking the skin just enough for small pearls of blood to well on her clear, soft complexion, Fenrir grinned nastily. She whimpered, and that excited him. He wanted an audience. He wanted Sally Bones to see him leave with her girl. "Scream," he growled at the child. He started to back away from the house when he spotted the journal on the ground. With two quick steps, he was in the yard, scooping up the journal and crayons in his other hand. "Scream," he repeated when he left the gate again. "I'm stealing you, and it's better when you scream."