Erik could feel the discomfort hanging in the air like it was some sort of solid, tangible thing. He swore he could have cut it with a knife. He felt bad that he had created the situation, but he was not terribly sure how to juggle these two people. He had a lot of questions for them and, to be honest, was very worried about his wife and daughter at home. It was a full moon tonight. He hoped they weren’t getting up to too much trouble.
As if on cue, there was suddenly a loud crash as a blue of fur charged through a large window in the bistro and Erik stood up all too quickly, ready for a fight. As soon as the smell hit him, though, he was set on edge for a different reason.
Everyone had begun to scream and the mound of fur that had charged in got up, shaking off the glass from its pelt. It was a large brown and white wolf, standing at least 5 feet tall at the shoulder. It raised its head up to sniff the air before turning its attention directly towards Erik and the two girls he was with. For a moment, it wagged its tail before its eyes locked onto Alessia and its lip curled.