[ He's nervous like he hasn't been in a long time, very much a wild animal instead of the god-wolf he's supposed to be. Being in a place that smells familiar, with people that smell familiar, is helping -- barely. But that doesn't change the fact that he can't change (can barely remember what that means) or the fact that he hasn't said a word in English or even Old Norse since Kelly found him.
Black paws move him forward, and a cold, wet nose sniffs at Polly's hand before Fenrir pushes his muzzle into it. There's still intelligence in his eyes, but there's fear, too -- fear and pain. He whines once, pleading, and steps closer to press his head against her. ]
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Black paws move him forward, and a cold, wet nose sniffs at Polly's hand before Fenrir pushes his muzzle into it. There's still intelligence in his eyes, but there's fear, too -- fear and pain. He whines once, pleading, and steps closer to press his head against her. ]