[ The slight affection the wolf shows him is returned with a wider smile. He is not unused to that sort of thing, from the beasts and animals that he lived with, and it tells him that his physical touches and spoken words have been accepted with great enthusiasm. So he continues, with his other hand also coming up to pet the wolf, maybe scratch behind her ears if she allows him to. ]

Indeed, not like the other wolves, [ he affirms, almost to himself. ] Though it would have been interesting for you, if you've met them.

[ He smiles, an edge of mischief to his tone, his smile curved upwards slightly. ]

Tell me, have you ever met a beast that could Talk like humans do?