When it was over, a wolf was there. A giant wolf, with tawny fur and huge, gleaming teeth. Horrible and beautiful.

It lifted its head and howled in displeasure and, as usual, threw itself hard against the door that was locked with magic, five or six times.

And then it turned, and noticed the window. It growled, low in the back of his throat, and stalked towards the window. And then it bared its horrible teeth, snapping its jaws as it threw itself agains the glass.