"You belong outside," he points out impatiently. Why would she resist being put in her proper place? This is clearly not a place for a wolf, and as the higher being it is his responsibility to put things to rights.

He might hesitate at the sight of that tooth, though, some faint survival instinct finally making itself known. "One would generally utilize a door," he says. "For which one would generally require hands, which I possess and you do not."