The wolf followed her and kept nudging his hand with his head, indicating what exactly he thought she should be doing with it. "Fenrir, no. Stop it," Kattherine intervened and pulled him away from her mother. She wanted to talk to her in peace and not having to babysit the wolf.
"I..." I didn't know that, was on her lips. But it was a silly thing to point out. A hurtful thing. Of course, she didn't. But she should have. "What did you grow on the farm? Did you have animals as well?" She did her best to keep the conversation going while she struggled with the wolf. Fenrir did his best to escape her grasp. "Sit!" No reaction. "Sit!" There was a change of tone in her voice as magic was put behind it. Something that vibrated in your veins. Fenrir whimpered and sat down. "Good boy." A soft scratch behind his ears. A peace offering.