[ He observes silently as Fedora takes form; initially, his expression is inscrutable, but when he catches the wolf's gaze, the impassive mask gives way to open interest. He stalks forward, slowly, and holds out a hand for Fedora to catch his scent -- the ease in his movements speaks of practice doing much the same in the past. ]

I see he has a mind of his own. The way Dorian told it, I had imagined your Summon to be like an enslaved spirit -- a creature bound to your will. I am relieved to be wrong.