Scratching at the door isn't necessarily entirely strange, nor is whining. After all, she's acquainted with several people who have dogs, and there's been the occasional badger who's wandered up onto her front porch, and once or twice a visit from a very industrious raccoon. But what she's not expecting to see, when she looks out the window, is something that is very definitely not a dog, or a badger, or a raccoon. She's pretty sure it's a wolf, honestly, despite not having ever been this close to one before, and the novelty definitely does not make her any more inclined to open the door.

She does, however, know that they are definitely not domesticated creatures, and Frank telling her about his time as a coyote is still fresh in her mind, which might be why she hesitates--and then opens the door a crack, eyeing the beast skeptically.

"Think you might have the wrong house. I wasn't expecting any visitors today."