"They are indeed handsome and gorgeous to look at," agreed Lucy, "But it was Mr. Howard who came near me first. He seems like a curious fellow, and I think he's warm."
When Lucy heard Calhoun chuckle, she looked at him, confused, "Wolves are warmblooded, but they are quite cold when it comes to killing people. Very loyal, you should get one too."
"I don't think mama and papa would agree to it. Do you think I can come to play with them?" she asked.
"Sure," replied Calhoun, and before Lucy could get up, the brown wolf got closer to Lucy, sniffing her and her hair that she had let down. When it pushed its muzzle against her arm, Lucy was startled to feel its cold nose. "Looks like he's already warming up to you." Calhoun's eyes shifted to look behind Lucy, and he said, "I think you should go back now."
"I should?" asked Lucy in a questionable tone.
At the same time, Lucy heard her mother's voice, "LUCY! Get back here right this instance!"
