Even here, it wasn't every day a massive wolf came and stuck its nose in your food. Harry jumped back when he saw it, holding the bundle away from himself (though perfectly aware that the wolf could easily jump up, take it, and bite off his whole goddamn with it, if it felt like it), and then settled down when Sonya called it to heel.

He looked at her, then back at the wolf, which was now sitting there as docile as any dog.

"You have a pet wolf now," he said. Not a question, just a statement of ridiculous yet undeniable fact. "That's... well, it's different."

He unwrapped the leaves, tore off a bit of the breadfruit and threw it to land at the wolf's paws.

"There ya go, boy."