Adam had beaten a hasty retreat from the Great Hall after his epic faceplant, his wolf running along behind him with his tail between his legs. And well he should, since it was his damn fault that Adam had fallen in the first place.
He'd headed back to his rooms, and the wolf had settled on top of his feet as he settled down on his couch with his book. He was just going to work up into a mighty sulk. He was embarrassed, okay? He was totally entitled to that.