The child is a girl--isn't she? It is not so easy to tell, with her hair hacked off crudely--but her face looks girlish beneath any dirt or grime. What's more troubling is the wolf nuzzling at her, as calm as any dog.

"No," he answers, shortly, his eyes lingering on the wolf. "What is that beast--is it yours?"

How a girl would have come to have a wolf as a pet is beyond Arthur. But there are many strange things here, strange people, strange customs-- still, a wolf is dangerous, especially one so large as this. Not just for the girl, but for all the rest of the city, should it suddenly turn savage and feral.