"Hi, Katherine," he responded with a cheery grin, glancing down at the wolf by her side and then back to her.
"Ah, my grandmother would be furious if she heard I'd turned up to someone's house empty-handed," he explained. "Just bakery scones, I wasn't sure what you'd like and they seemed like a safe bet," he chatted as he followed her inside. Once inside, he glanced back at the wolf again. Maybe it was always nervous of strangers, but he had the horrible feeling that it just knew instinctively. Crap.