The gods must have answered because when she finally opened them, the direwolf was no longer there. It had sat down next to the king, who was scratching the beast under its ear absentmindedly. The direwolf had its eyes closed in pleasure and its tongue lolled out and one could almost mistake it for a harmless puppy if its teeth were not the size of small daggers. Her heart finally stopped racing and she focused on the conversation that was happening in the room.