Trixie gravitates to the fire with a grateful little bobble of her head, though she hesitates a beat when her gaze lands on the animal on the couch. She knows a wolf when she sees one, and she inches away from it despite the fact that it's small and rather adorable.

"Sounds vile," she says with a smile, holding her hands out towards the flames and wiggling the tips of her fingers to get the feeling back in them. "Pick your poison, don't mind either at this point. Just happy to be indoors."

The longer she spends in front of the fire the more at ease she finds herself, even though there's a wolf behind her.

"You tame 'em?" she asks, jerking her head towards the pup. "Wolves?"