"You should head to Toulouse, or even Paris," said Scarlet. "There are more jobs in the cities and people around here don't take too kindly to strangers, as you may have noticed."

Wolf tilted his head so that his emerald eyes glowed even brighter in the wash of the ship's floodlights, looking almost amused. "Thanks for the tip."

Turning, Scarlet sank into the pilot's seat.

Wolf shirted toward the wall as she started the engine. "if you change your mind about needing a hand, I can be found at the abandoned Morel house most nights. I may not be great with people, but I think I'd do well on a farm." amusement touched the corners of his lips. "Animals love me."

"Oh, I'm sure they do," Scarlet said, beaming with fake encouragement before muttering. "What farm animals don't love a wolf?"

(From Scarlet, ch. 3)