[Either between one planned round and the next, or a little after everyone he intended to meet with has come and gone, she appears. Or, not fully, immediately—she's just outside the door, doing what canines do ("wolves" wouldn't be appropriate here, since wouldn't most of them hide, or avoid the city altogether?) and snuffling around the ground, soon edge of wall, and then, satisfied with her exploration of scents, she does noisily nudge the door open further.
At first it's only her head and shoulders that stick in while she pants neutrally, eyes landing on him briefly before venturing to the ceiling, everything about her unhurried. Just a glance around makes what this place is for obvious, and she pushes her way in entirely, and if he thinks she's smiling lightly at him at this point, in spite of what she is, he wouldn't be wrong. But all the same, her tail lifts horizontally to wave at him.
Is he the one who owns this place? For now, she slowly sits to wait for a sign to move closer, having come across a few who are uneasy about her, whether because she's this beastly thing or her size (though average), she isn't certain, but it's made her try to take care in startling someone she doesn't know.]
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At first it's only her head and shoulders that stick in while she pants neutrally, eyes landing on him briefly before venturing to the ceiling, everything about her unhurried. Just a glance around makes what this place is for obvious, and she pushes her way in entirely, and if he thinks she's smiling lightly at him at this point, in spite of what she is, he wouldn't be wrong. But all the same, her tail lifts horizontally to wave at him.
Is he the one who owns this place? For now, she slowly sits to wait for a sign to move closer, having come across a few who are uneasy about her, whether because she's this beastly thing or her size (though average), she isn't certain, but it's made her try to take care in startling someone she doesn't know.]