"Who's there?" Sam called out. He didn't want to admit the hairs on the back of his neck were standing out, but they were. Of course they were. He sensed something not quite right about the most recent arrival.
For one thing, most arrivals were, well, human. This was a dog. And not just a dog. More like a wolf. Sam sighed. "Hey. I'm not going to hurt you," he said. he held up his hands, in plain view, as proof.