He smirked at her, "Hardly I am a behaviorist. I study wolves that live close to humans and attempt at figuring out what provokes them into attacking."<br/><br/>It sounded better in his head if he was honest with himself. Blake had long learned that but forgot it till he mentioned it. He took a photo as this guy wasn't going to let him get close enough to get any measurements. With a motion he asked her to come over to him, "We've made him nervous as it is. So do me a favor and don't give him two targets to keep track of.<br/><br/>He tossed a few bits of meat out into the woods and dropped a bite out side of the cage, "Stay still while I get him out so he can go back to his pack."<br/><br/>His hoeny colored eyes admired the beast as he pulled a lever that opened the door and let him free. He slipped out before twisting to stare at the human male who kept his eyes on the ground till the wolf wasn't around, "Most anxious wolf I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and I've met quite a few. Wolves don't make bad pets but they tend to like to have their space. Plus Sofie would have a fit if I brought another wolf home."<br/><br/>Sofie was his timber wolf puppy he rescued from a snared trap when she was a pup. He had to nurse her back to health then her mother wouldn't accept her back. Teaching him the hard lesson about instincts. He pulled out his phone and showed her the lock screen. A lovely mostly white wolf sat on a love seat taking it nearly completely up save for the tiny older woman who she layed her head in, "My mother her her grandbaby."