"Plenty of time for that." The idea of them getting used to each other is so bizarre a thing to hear him say to her, she can't help but snort. His hand is warm and strong in hers, grounding just as it had been whilst they'd been with Chiron for an hour, who was meticulous in the way he'd disassembled the mask.

The introductions nearly make her laugh. He'd been expressive with her at times, but this is an entirely new facet to him.

When a large snout begins sniffing at her, she's still watching Jon, the corners of her eyes crinkled in faint amusement. But soon, her focus is snapping to Ghost, when a snout is bumping her chest, the light chuffs and sniffs growing louder the higher his head rises. Warily, cautiously, she lifts her free hand to lightly drag her palm along the scruff of his neck.

"Is this how large direwolves grow?"