The wolf's sudden change in body language is a bit disconcerting, but Ram is probably right that it's the fish in his hand. "I might have fed him," he admits sheepishly, lifting the fish away from the wolf's face and hanging the lot by the fire. "I thought he might have been malnourished - he's small for a wolf, isn't he?"

Crozier pauses to wash his hand in their basin, glancing over his shoulder at Rama and the animal. The wolf still doesn't seem all that dangerous to him, considering it didn't immediately lunge towards the fish or bare its teeth.

He smiles a little again, expression fond. "What should we call him?"