If she tries it, she might end up with more of him. Andrew quickly withdraws his hand from her shoulder, stumbling a step away from the suddenly snarling wolf beside him. Even the one on her back shuts up, sitting up straight and carefully trying not to call attention to himself.

"My, grandmother, what big teeth you have," mutters the one who's currently the subject of her ire. Eying her warily, he asks, "You alright?"