Andy Brush could smell another wolf, equally as foreign as the first one he met. He must be very far away from his home, he never heard of wolves acting, looking or smelling like this. And there were many different kinds of wolves at the research facility as well.

He sat down and looked into the eyes of the approaching wolf. He never saw a wolf with a star on their forehead, if they had a scar their it would just look like a scratch or wound, not something as specific. Maybe this wolf was important? He made sure to be very respectful knowing that could be true.

I'm sorry, I am Andy Brush, his tail wiggled a little as if to greet her, I'm lost, I ran into the forest and found myself here. I told her, he nodded at Ive, that I am from outside of the forest, there is this big building where my master keeps wolves in cages, but she said nothing. Maybe you know the way there?

Andy Brush stepped back a little to wait for a reply. This wolf could and wanted to speak, so maybe he will finally get his reply. But why was he feeling so anxious about the answer? What's the worst it could be?