"A wolf, harmless?" Mohg incredulously sheathed his sword. "Huh. May my mother be human first!"
The wolf-dog lay back her ears and growled.
"You might want to apologize," Bodb said in amusement. "She seems to have taken insult. Please, do not think that I agree with him, sweet lady,” the prince said to the wolf. “This brute is ill-mannered and ungrateful. Your rabbits have warmed my nights, and I thank you."
Mohg muttered something to himself and turned away. The look on his face was a mix of anger and amusement. The wolf-dog's ears were still back. Finnbhear approached her cautiously. Her neck was stiff when he petted her, but at least her ears came up.
Finnbhear wondered how much Bodb knew. Did he know the wolf was enchanted? Not that it was not obvious. Most beasts had some sort of
