He loped towards the group. A few of the females—Hermione thought she saw Karla, dressed in an incongruous floral muumuu and carrying a towel—were gathering around the shaggy group now. One, an older woman, had fallen to her knees and was literally butting heads with one of the males, rubbing her face all over his. Pack behavior? Scenting? Hermione edged closer, keeping a grip on her wand.