There was a small wag and a slight yip. "Correct." She had been told not to attack. She also simply wouldn't. He was big. She was smaller. Only desperation or high numbers would let wolves attack prey this big. Myrkvan was well fed as was her mate.
Meanwhile, Katherine had exited the winter garden to go look after her animals. At least, a few hours every day were reserved for training. Today was Scav's and Bobby's turn. The took heavy beasts. The wyvern at least was able to follow a few more complicated commands, Bobby still struggled with some of the basic ones. "Hi," she said to the pair as Fenrir rushed past them to greet her."And, hi to you too. Hmm... you are scared, aren't you?" She petted him at the side. Fenrir was hesitant to greet most things. He was a wolf through and through and just because he had learned to tolerate humans did not mean he was friendly to other species.