Sam rolls happily onto his back, invisible tail wagging. He uses his paws to keep the wolf from getting atop him, snapping up with a soft mouth whenever he gets into range - just enjoying the tussle. The wolf's thick fur makes for a great hold.

But Chuck falling over grabs his attention. Claws scrape against the floor as he quickly rolls up, leaping over to take advantage of the downed prophet with a wet and eager tongue, coating his face and neck with Hellhound saliva. He showed me what one looks like.