"Are you quite sure that is going to be strong enough?" Joss gives the girl a disdainful little smirk and crosses his arms. He's standing behind his current adopter--well, bloodbag, really. Human minds are so easily controlled, especially when all they want in the world is a child to call their own. The poor old dear radiates an air of vague contentment, though her skin is pale and her eyes look bruised. It'll be time to move on very soon.

"It would be most unfortunate if a little wolf found her way outside tonight, don't you think?"