"My boy," Salnius whispered to Michael as he stopped in his tracks, "there are times when the gods send us subtle signs that only hint at the next action to follow, signs that must be puzzled over with intense deliberation in hopes that no misstep is made. This is one of those other times." He peeked beneath the edge of his blindfold. "Huh. A wolf. I hadn't expected that. I'm fairly certain that is one wolf who desperately needs our help, and unless I miss my bet it has something to do with our current mission. Would you care to drop my blind self off near that alley and then fetch the others? I am reasonably certain that this isn't a trap. Largely certain. Still, step lightly and keep those eyes open."<br/>