Another man entered from a side room along the same wall that held Sam’s room. No name came to mind, but Sam recognized him as the male from his recent memories. A wolf trotted at the man’s side. The animal seemed quite at home and unconcerned that its claws clacked on wood rather than scraping on the loam of the forest floor. It noticed Sam in the doorway and padded over. He bent to meet the animal on its own level, recognizing her, too.