It doesn’t take him long to come to a similar conclusion, this wolf doesn’t seem to be hurt (except maybe mentally, because honestly, what is wrong with this animal), so Crozier ceases with his inspection and pulls a chair to just sit and observe. Barking and tail wagging, and now slowly approaching in a way that for a dog would say ‘I’m coming over to have my head scratched’.

“Where did you come from?” he mutters, holding his hand out for the wolf to do as it pleases. “Did you run away from home? Are you one of Fraser’s?”

He could probably tame a wolf in a few months.