The wolf is far less pleased. Despite smelling of two-leggers, this place doesn't seem to have that many. She's been able to dart from hiding place to hiding place largely unmolested, and humans have passed within a few feet of her without taking notice of her presence. Two-legger noses must be next to useless.

Now, though, she's been cornered. The room was empty when she slipped inside, and when she heard someone approach, she only had enough time to wriggle beneath a row of chairs before he appeared in the doorway. If he looks down, he's bound to spot her. Maybe he's seen her already, and that's why he's just standing there, blocking her in.

From beneath the chairs, she lets out a low, threatening growl.