When the wolf spoke...
His tongue didn't continue its hiss the way we were taught snakes do. He was fuzzy, warm, the way you wish to feel after a long day of everything. No, his teeth did not bare, not at first. Instead, his ears perked, his tail wagged. Only for you, you must be special. He wants you.
His claws sink in, and you watch, careful not to change because what could be more perfect than being wanted? Just as you are.
'You must stay.'
An unvocalized command.