Malakai smelled off to the wolf, a bit like rot and not at all appetizing. Nor was he backing down or making any sort of threatening movements. So after another moment or two it began moving away, pacing off toward the rear of the house, investigating its surroundings.
It couldn't smell anything human or warm blooded anywhere nearby, and decided to see if it could find something further away. It leapt out the window and into the field, running out as far as it could. There had to be something, somewhere.