It didn’t seem to be infested when he’d been petting it - in fact, the wolf’s coat appeared relatively clean, as though this particular wolf has spent a lot of time indoors.

“I hope not,” he grumbles. “Last thing we bloody need are fleas in the furs. But I don’t think that’s the case. It hasn’t been scratching.”

All he can really do now is offer a little shrug of his hand and not-hand.