The wolf turned, blinking at the hearth. Would he be okay? If the snow continued to fall... well, the wolf hoped that the hearth would be fine assuming the snowing didn't get worse. "No," he said.

The last strange thing that had happened, those murders and the whole thing with the daggers. Maybe Mason didn't want to talk to them. "This is weird," he said slowly. "I don't understand what's going on."