I looked around: this is clearly not my world. “And besides, I don’t even know your name. To be honest, it didn’t matter to me what it was.” But I needed to somehow distract his attention from the fox that was huddling near me in fear. “Brinein,” the man answered unwillingly. “What a strange name,” I said. “German? Austrian?” “Wolf,” Brinein said with a sly smile. Of course he was joking. What the hell, wolves? I had already outgrown the age when you believe in children’s fairy tales. “You’re wrong not to believe,” the “wolf” muttered with a kind of spite. “Want me to show you?”