I stared out across the rooftop terrace, flourishing patches of grass for lounging, a long pool to the far side with umbrella-topped seating and small cabanas spaced around it.
To the right was a poolside L-shaped bar, filled to the brim with glistening bottles of alcohol, a buffet table and food warming stations in a row against the stone half wall that surrounded the whole roof.
To the left, there was a sheltered cooking area with a large stone pizza oven and a counter that stretched with seats set out across the front and table and chair dining scattered across the paved area.
Wolves mingled in groups across the space, talking cheerfully and laughing amongst themselves, some sitting down and eating on either side of the terrace. A middle-aged couple manned the pizza oven, smiling
