[ This hadn't gone quite to plan. The main reason Wyatt was drawn to the shoe in the first place was because he smelled werewolf on it, and that's a rare thing here. An interesting thing. He lifts it, and gets the scent into his nose - stores it, focuses on it - and then he means to track the owner.

As it turns out, he doesn't need to.

A different wolf appears behind him, carrying different scents and holding a threat in his growl. Wyatt turns with the shoe in one hand, and the other raised to placate, when the owner of the first scent makes himself known. Wyatt's eyes tick between them, already delighted before they even speak. ]

I'm sorry. [ Immediately. He also holds the shoe out. ] I just picked the scent. I was looking for wolves, and I guess you found me. You can have this.

[ To Ari, who both owns the scent and has a bare foot on view. ]

I'm not a threat, I swear. I'm a werewolf, too.