Fraser blinks rapidly a few times as he processes that. Is that a threat, or a promise? Does it matter?
Thatcher will open the door to find her egress blocked by a disgruntled wolf sitting right outside.
"Rrrrf," says Diefenbaker, with a suitably irked expression. Right before he dumps his empty food bowl at her bare feet. Fraser, clad now in his undershirt, boxers and unbuttoned flannel shirt, appears at her shoulder to look down at the wolf, who looks accusingly up at him.